Robert Burns Poems

To A Mountain Daisy, Poem Robert Burns On turning down with the Plough, in April, 1786. Wee, modest crimson-tipped flow’r, Thou’s met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow’r, Thou bonie gem. Alas! it’s no thy neibor sweet, The […]

Elegy On The Year 1788 Poetry For lords or kings I dinna mourn, E’en let them die—for that they’re born: But oh! prodigious to reflec’! A Towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck! O Eighty-eight, in thy sma’ space, What dire events hae taken place! Of what enjoyments thou hast reft us! In what a pickle […]

Prayer O Thou Dread Power Poetry Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left thefollowing verses in the room where he slept:— O Thou dread Power, who reign’st above, I know thou wilt me hear, When for this scene of peace and love, I make this prayer sincere. The hoary Sire—the mortal […]

Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes Poetry Chorus.—Ca’ the yowes to the knowes, Ca’ them where the heather grows, Ca’ them where the burnie rowes, My bonie dearie As I gaed down the water-side, There I met my shepherd lad: He row’d me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca’d me his dearie. Ca’ the […]

Postscript Poetry The Kirk an’ State may join an’ tell, To do sic things I maunna: The Kirk an’ State may gae to hell, And I’ll gae to my Anna. She is the sunshine o’ my e’e, To live but her I canna; Had I on earth but wishes three, The first should be my […]

The Lad They Ca’Jumpin John Robert Burns Poetry Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad Forbidden she wadna be: She wadna trow’t the browst she brew’d, Wad taste sae bitterlie. Chorus.—The lang lad they ca’Jumpin John Beguil’d the bonie lassie, The lang lad they ca’Jumpin John Beguil’d the bonie lassie. A cow and a cauf, a […]

HALLOWEEN. “Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.” GOLDSMITH. This Poem contains a lively and striking picture of some of the superstitious observances of old Scotland: on Halloween the desire […]

Robert Burns Song. The Day Returns Tune— Seventh of November. The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d, Ne’er summer-sun was half sae sweet. Than a’ the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o’er the sultry line; Than kingly robes, than crowns and […]

Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars Robert Burns Poetry On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her byBurns. ^1 Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair, And with them take the Poet’s prayer, That Fate may, in her fairest page, With ev’ry kindliest, best presage Of future bliss, enroll thy name: […]

Robert Burns Song Extempore In The Court Of Session Tune— Killiercrankie. Lord Advocate He clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he tint it: He gaped for’t, he graped for’t, He fand it was awa, man; But what his common sense came short, He eked […]