Robert Burns Poems

Robert Burns Song My Hoggie What will I do gin my Hoggie die? My joy, my pride, my Hoggie! My only beast, I had nae mae, And vow but I was vogie! The lee-lang night we watch’d the fauld, Me and my faithfu’ doggie; We heard nocht but the roaring linn, Amang the braes sae […]

The True Loyal Natives Robert Burns Poetry Ye true Loyal Natives attend to my song In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt, But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!

The Humble Petition Of Bruar Water Robert Burns Poetry To the noble Duke of Athole. My lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne’er assails in vain; Embolden’d thus, I beg you’ll hear Your humble slave complain, How saucy Phoebus’ scorching beams, In flaming summer-pride, Dry-withering, waste my foamy streams, And drink my crystal tide.^1 […]

The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle Robert Burns Song Tune— The Gardener’s March. When rosy May comes in wi’ flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The Gard’ner wi’ his paidle. The crystal waters gently fa’, The merry bards are lovers a’, The scented breezes round him blaw— The Gard’ner […]

Address To The Shade Of Thomson Poem On Crowning His Bust at Ednam, Roxburghshire, with a Wreath of Bays. While virgin Spring by Eden’s flood, Unfolds her tender mantle green, Or pranks the sod in frolic mood, Or tunes Eolian strains between. While Summer, with a matron grace, Retreats to Dryburgh’s cooling shade, Yet oft, […]

Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair Song Robert Burns Tune— The Quaker’s Wife. 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 languish; Tho’ despair had wrung its core, That would heal its anguish. Take away […]

Robin Shure In Hairst Poetry Chorus.—Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi’ him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I gaed up to Dunse, To warp a wab o’ plaiden, At his daddie’s yett, Wha met me but Robin: Robin shure, &c. Was na Robin bauld, Tho’ I was a cotter, […]

O Let Me In Thes Ae Night Poem Robert Burns O Lassie, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an’ fit, And I would fain be in, jo. Chorus—O let me in this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; O let me in this […]

Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat? Song Tune— Push about the Jorum. Does haughty Gaul invasion threat? Then let the louns beware, Sir; There’s wooden walls upon our seas, And volunteers on shore, Sir: The Nith shall run to Corsincon, And Criffel sink in Solway, Ere we permit a Foreign Foe On British ground to rally! […]

On Elphinstone’s Translation Of Martial’s Epigrams Poem Robert Burns O Thou whom Poetry abhors, Whom Prose has turned out of doors, Heard’st thou yon groan?—proceed no further, ‘Twas laurel’d Martial calling murther.