Robert Burns Poetry

My Wife’s A Winsome Wee Thing Poem Robert Burns Air— My Wife’s a Wanton Wee Thing. Chorus.—She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart I’ll […]

The Whistle A Ballad Robert Burns Poetry I sing of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was brought to the court of our good Scottish King, And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring. Old Loda, still rueing the arm of Fingal, The god […]

Theniel Menzies’ Bonie Mary Robert Burns Poetry Air— The Ruffian’s Rant, or Roy’s Wife. In comin by the brig o’ Dye, At Darlet we a blink did tarry; As day was dawnin in the sky, We drank a health to bonie Mary. Chorus.—Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, Charlie Grigor tint his plaidie, […]

POOR MAILIE’S ELEGY. Burns, when he calls on the bards of Ayr and Doon to join in the lament for Mailie, intimates that he regards himself as a poet. Hogg calls it a very elegant morsel: but says that it resembles too closely “The Ewie and the Crooked Horn,” to be admired as original: the […]

Grace After Meat Robert Burns Poetry Lord, we thank, and thee adore, For temporal gifts we little merit; At present we will ask no more— Let William Hislop give the spirit.

Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry Robert Burns Poetry Here, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he who gives, Rich is the tribute of the grateful mind. So may no ruffian-feeling in my breast, Discordant, jar thy bosom-chords among; But Peace attune thy […]

The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman Poem The deil cam fiddlin’ thro’ the town, And danc’d awa wi’ th’ Exciseman, And ilka wife cries, Auld Mahoun, I wish you luck o’ the prize, man. Chorus—The deil’s awa, the deil’s awa, The deil’s awa wi’ the Exciseman, He’s danc’d awa, he’s danc’d awa, He’s danc’d awa […]

Crowdie Ever Mair Poetry O that I had ne’er been married, I wad never had nae care, Now I’ve gotten wife an’ weans, An’ they cry Crowdie evermair. Chorus—Ance crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day Gin ye crowdie ony mair, Ye’ll crowdie a’ my meal away. Waefu’ Want and Hunger fley me, […]

A Rose-Bud By My Early Walk Poem A Rose-bud by my early walk, Adown a corn-enclosed bawk, Sae gently bent its thorny stalk, All on a dewy morning. Ere twice the shades o’ dawn are fled, In a’ its crimson glory spread, And drooping rich the dewy head, It scents the early morning. Within the […]

Robert Burns Poem Epistle To Robert Graham, Esq., Of Fintry Requesting a Favour When Nature her great master-piece design’d, And fram’d her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all the mazy plan, She form’d of various parts the various Man. Then first she calls the useful many forth; Plain plodding Industry, […]