Robert Burns Poems

Robert Burns Poem Epistle To Dr. Blacklock Ellisland, 21st Oct., 1789. Wow, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken’d it still, your wee bit jauntie Wad bring ye to: Lord send you aye as weel’s I want ye! And then ye’ll do. The ill-thief blaw the […]

Raving Winds Around Her Blowing Song Tune— M’Grigor of Roro’s Lament. I composed these verses on Miss Isabella M’Leod of Raza, alluding to herfeelings on the death of her sister, and the still more melancholy deathof her sister’s husband, the late Earl of Loudoun, who shot himself outof sheer heart-break at some mortifications he suffered, […]

The Parting Kiss Robert Burns Poetry Humid seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love’s first snowdrop, virgin kiss! Speaking silence, dumb confession, Passion’s birth, and infant’s play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of future day! Sorrowing joy, Adieu’s last action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin), What […]

Nature’s Law A Poem Poem Robert Burns Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq. Great Nature spoke: observant man obey’d—Pope. Let other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues of human life: Shame fa’ the fun, wi’ sword and gun To slap mankind like lumber! […]

Bannocks O’ Bear Meal Poem Chorus—Bannocks o’ bear meal, Bannocks o’ barley, Here’s to the Highlandman’s Bannocks o’ barley! Wha, in a brulyie, will First cry a parley? Never the lads wi’ the Bannocks o’ barley, Bannocks o’ bear meal, &c. Wha, in his wae days, Were loyal to Charlie? Wha but the lads wi’ […]

Phillis The Queen O’ The Fair Song Tune— The Muckin o’ Geordie’s Byre. Adown winding Nith I did wander, To mark the sweet flowers as they spring; Adown winding Nith I did wander, Of Phillis to muse and to sing. Chorus.—Awa’ wi’ your belles and your beauties, They never wi’ her can compare, Whaever has […]

Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me Robert Burns Poetry Had I the wyte, had I the wyte, Had I the wyte? she bade me; She watch’d me by the hie-gate side, And up the loan she shaw’d me. And when I wadna venture in, A coward loon she ca’d me: Had Kirk an’ State […]

To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan Poem Robert Burns In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career. Sir, o’er a gill I gat your card, I trow it made me proud; See wha taks notice o’ the bard! I lap and cried fu’ loud. Now deil-ma-care about their jaw, […]

The Chevalier’s Lament Poem Air— Captain O’Kean. The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro’ the vale; The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatter’d cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments […]

Whistle, And I’ll Come To You, My Lad Poem Robert Burns 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’ I’ll come to ye, my lad. But warily tent when ye come to court […]