Robert Burns Poetry

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 […]

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 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 […]

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’ […]

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 […]