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The Lament
O THOU pale orb that silent shinesWhile care-untroubled mortals sleep!Thou seest a wretch who inly pines.And wanders here to wail and weep!With woe I..
©  Robert Burns
Epistle To The Rev. John M'Math
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'rTo shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,Or in gulravage rinnin scowrTo pass the time,To you I dedicate the hourIn..
©  Robert Burns
Lines On The Author's Death
HE who of Rankine sang, lies stiff and dead,And a green grassy hillock hides his head;Alas! alas! a devilish change indeed.
©  Robert Burns
The Laddie's Dear Sel'
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pityThat he from our lassies should wander awa';For he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',An' his..
©  Robert Burns
Yon Wild Mossy Mountains
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to..
©  Robert Burns
Epitaph For William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh
YE maggots, feed on Nicol's brain,For few sic feasts you've gotten;And fix your claws in Nicol's heart,For deil a bit o't's rotten.
©  Robert Burns
Lovely Polly Stewart
Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart,O charming Polly Stewart,There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,That's half so fair as thou art!THE FLOWER it..
©  Robert Burns
The Captain's Lady
Chorus.—O mount and go, mount and make you ready,O mount and go, and be the Captain's lady.WHEN the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle,Thou shalt..
©  Robert Burns
Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams,Whom kingdoms on this day should hail;An inmate in the casual shed,On transient pity's bounty fed,Haunted by busy..
©  Robert Burns
The Whistle: A Ballad
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth,I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North.Was brought to the court of our good Scottish King,And long with..
©  Robert Burns
My Girl She's Airy: A Fragment
MY girl she's airy, she's buxom and gay;Her breath is as sweet as the blossoms in May;A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:She's always good..
©  Robert Burns
A Grace After Dinner
O THOU, in whom we live and move—Who made the sea and shore;Thy goodness constantly we prove,And grateful would adore;And, if it please Thee, Power..
©  Robert Burns
A Grace After Dinner
O THOU, in whom we live and move—Who made the sea and shore;Thy goodness constantly we prove,And grateful would adore;And, if it please Thee, Power..
©  Robert Burns
Inscription To Chloris
'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend,Nor thou the gift refuse,Nor with unwilling ear attendThe moralising Muse.Since thou, in all thy..
©  Robert Burns
Song—whistle And I'Ll Come To You
Chorus.—O WHISTLE, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad,Tho' father an' mother an' a' should gae mad,O whistle, an'..
©  Robert Burns
Fragment Of Song—&Quot;My Jean!&Quot
THO' cruel fate should bid us part,Far as the pole and line,Her dear idea round my heart,Should tenderly entwine.Tho' mountains, rise, and deserts..
©  Robert Burns
Stanzas On Naething
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent,Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing;But if you demand what I want,I honestly answer you—naething.Ne'er scorn..
©  Robert Burns
Song—the Highland Balou
HEE balou, my sweet wee Donald,Picture o' the great Clanronald;Brawlie kens our wanton ChiefWha gat my young Highland thief.Leeze me on thy bonie..
©  Robert Burns
Lines Written On A Bank-Note
WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!Fell source o' a' my woe and grief!For lack o' thee I've lost my lass!For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass!I see..
©  Robert Burns
My Bonie Bell
THE SMILING Spring comes in rejoicing,And surly Winter grimly flies;Now crystal clear are the falling waters,And bonie blue are the sunny skies.Fresh..
©  Robert Burns
How Cruel Are The Parents
HOW cruel are the parentsWho riches only prize,And to the wealthy boobyPoor Woman sacrifice!Meanwhile, the hapless DaughterHas but a choice of..
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Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,Thine, my lovely Nancy;Ev'ry pulse along my veins,Ev'ry roving fancy.To thy bosom lay my heart,There to throb and..
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Inconstancy In Love
LET not Woman e'er complainOf inconstancy in love;Let not Woman e'er complainFickle Man is apt to rove:Look abroad thro' Nature's range,Nature's..
©  Robert Burns
Another On The Said Occasion
ONE Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,When deprived of her husband she loved so well,In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,She..
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To Ruin
ALL hail! inexorable lord!At whose destruction-breathing word,The mightiest empires fall!Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,The ministers of grief and..
©  Robert Burns