Robert Burns Poems

Robert Burns Song Here’s To Thy Health Tune— Laggan Burn. Here’s to thy health, my bonie lass, Gude nicht and joy be wi’ thee; I’ll come nae mair to thy bower-door, To tell thee that I lo’e thee. O dinna think, my pretty pink, But I can live without thee: I vow and swear I […]

Robert Burns – My Collier Laddie Poem Whare live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca’ ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, And I follow the Collier laddie. My name, she says, &c. See you not yon hills and dales The sun shines on sae brawlie; They a’ are mine, […]

Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell’s Carriage Poetry If you rattle along like your Mistress’ tongue, Your speed will outrival the dart; But a fly for your load, you’ll break down on the road, If your stuff be as rotten’s her heart.

Robert Burns – Lines To A Gentleman, Poem Who had sent the Poet a Newspaper, and offered to continue it free of Expense. Kind Sir, I’ve read your paper through, And faith, to me, ’twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist I wanted? This mony a day I’ve grain’d and gaunted, To ken […]

The Rights Of Woman Robert Burns Poetry An Occasional Address. Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night, November 26, 1792. While Europe’s eye is fix’d on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; […]

To Miss Ferrier Poem Robert Burns Enclosing the Elegy on Sir J. H. Blair. Nae heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a’ to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. Jove’s tunefu’ dochters three times three Made Homer deep their debtor; But, gien the body half an e’e, Nine Ferriers wad […]

A Bard’s Epitaph Poem Is there a whim-inspired fool, Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, Let him draw near; And owre this grassy heap sing dool, And drap a tear. Is there a bard of rustic song, Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, That weekly […]

I Love My Love In Secret Robert Burns Poetry My Sandy gied to me a ring, Was a’ beset wi’ diamonds fine; But I gied him a far better thing, I gied my heart in pledge o’ his ring. Chorus.—My Sandy O, my Sandy O, My bonie, bonie Sandy O; Tho’ the love that I […]

Inscription Robert Burns Poetry Written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems,presented to the Lady whom, in so many fictitious reveries of passion, butwith the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sungunder the name of— Chloris. ^1 ‘Tis Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend, […]

Robert Burns – M’Pherson’s Farewell Song Tune— M’Pherson’s Rant. Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong, The wretch’s destinie! M’Pherson’s time will not be long On yonder gallows-tree. Chorus.—Sae rantingly, sae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he; He play’d a spring, and danc’d it round, Below the gallows-tree. O, what is death but parting breath? On many […]