Robert Burns: Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars: On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns.
Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars On a copy of the Scots Musical Museum, in four volumes, presented to her by Burns. Type: Inscription 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: With […]
Robert Burns: O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast:
O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast Type: Poem O wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My plaidie to the angry airt, I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee; Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms Around thee blaw, around thee blaw, Thy bield should be my bosom, To share it […]
Robert Burns: O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass:
O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass Type: Poem Chorus-O lay thy loof in mine, lass, In mine, lass, in mine, lass; And swear on thy white hand, lass, That thou wilt be my ain. A slave to Love’s unbounded sway, He aft has wrought me meikle wae; But now he is my deadly […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: On Her Recovery
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars On Her Recovery Type: Poem But rarely seen since Nature’s birth, The natives of the sky; Yet still one seraph’s left on earth, For Jessie did not die. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: Jessie’s illness
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars Jessie’s illness Type: Poem Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth Can turn Death’s dart aside! It is not purity and worth, Else Jessie had not died. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars: The Menagerie
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars The Menagerie Type: Poem Talk not to me of savages, From Afric’s burning sun; No savage e’er could rend my heart, As Jessie, thou hast done: But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine, A mutual faith to plight, Not even to view the heavenly choir, Would be so blest a sight. […]
Robert Burns: A Lass Wi’ A Tocher:
A Lass Wi’ A Tocher Type: Song Tune: Ballinamona Ora. Awa’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms, O, gie me the lass wi’ the weel-stockit farms. Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, Then […]
Robert Burns: The Dean Of Faculty: A New Ballad
The Dean Of Faculty A New Ballad1796 Type: Song Tune: The Dragon of Wantley. Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot to Scot ne’er met so hot, Or were more in fury seen, Sir, Than ‘twixt Hal […]
Robert Burns: Verses To Collector Mitchell :
Verses To Collector Mitchell 1795 Type: Poem Friend of the Poet, tried and leal, Wha, wanting thee, might beg or steal; Alake, alake, the meikle deil Wi’ a’ his witches Are at it skelpin jig and reel, In my poor pouches? I modestly fu’ fain wad hint it, That One-pound-one, I sairly want it; […]
Robert Burns: Crowdie Ever Mair:
Crowdie Ever Mair 1795 Type: Poem 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 […]
Robert Burns: News, Lassies, News:
News, Lassies, News 1795 Type: Poem There’s news, lassies, news, Gude news I’ve to tell! There’s a boatfu’ o’ lads Come to our town to sell. Chorus-The wean wants a cradle, And the cradle wants a cod: I’ll no gang to my bed, Until I get a nod. Father, quo’ she, Mither, quo she, […]
Robert Burns: The Wren’s Nest: Fragment
The Wren’s Nest Fragment1795 Type: Poem The Robin to the Wren’s nest Cam keekin’ in, cam keekin’ in; O weel’s me on your auld pow, Wad ye be in, wad ye be in? Thou’s ne’er get leave to lie without, And I within, and I within, Sae lang’s I hae an auld clout To rowe […]
Robert Burns: Leezie Lindsay: Fragment
Leezie Lindsay Fragment1795 Type: Poem Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, Will ye go to the Hielands wi’ me? Will ye go to the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, My pride and my darling to be. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category […]
Robert Burns: Inscription: 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, but with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of-“Chloris.”
Inscription 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, but with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of-“Chloris.”1795 Type: Inscription ‘Tis Friendship’s pledge, my young, fair Friend, […]
Robert Burns: O That’s The Lassie O’ My Heart :
O That’s The Lassie O’ My Heart 1795 Type: Song Tune: Morag. O wat ye wha that lo’es me And has my heart a-keeping? O sweet is she that lo’es me, As dews o’ summer weeping, In tears the rosebuds steeping! Chorus-O that’s the lassie o’ my heart, My lassie ever dearer; O she’s […]
Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham:
Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham 1795 Type: Inscription Now spring has clad the grove in green, And strew’d the lea wi’ flowers; The furrow’d, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers. While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are mine The weary steps o’ woe! […]
Robert Burns: O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier:
O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier 1795 Type: Poem O bonie was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o’ man; And bonie she, and ah, how dear! It shaded frae the e’enin sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, How pure, amang the leaves sae green; But purer was the lover’s […]
Robert Burns: This Is No My Ain Lassie:
This Is No My Ain Lassie 1795 Type: Song Tune: This is no my house. Chorus-This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is in her e’re. I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi’ the fairest place; It […]
Robert Burns: The Braw Wooer:
The Braw Wooer 1795 Type: Song Tune: The Lothian Lassie. Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi’ his love he did deave me; I said, there was naething I hated like men- The deuce gae wi’m, to believe me, believe me; The deuce gae wi’m to believe me. […]
Robert Burns: Their Groves O’Sweet Myrtle :
Their Groves O’Sweet Myrtle 1795 Type: Song Tune: Humours of Glen. Their groves o’ sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o’ green breckan, Wi’ the burn stealing under the lang, yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers […]
Robert Burns: Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e:
Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E’e 1795 Type: Song Tune: Laddie, lie near me. ‘Twas na her bonie blue e’e was my ruin, Fair tho’ she be, that was ne’er my undoin’; ‘Twas the dear smile when nae body did mind us, ‘Twas the bewitching, sweet, stown glance o’ kindness: ‘Twas the bewitching, sweet, […]
Robert Burns: Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion:
Mark Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion 1795 Type: Song Tune: Deil tak the wars. Mark yonder pomp of costly fashion Round the wealthy, titled bride: But when compar’d with real passion, Poor is all that princely pride. Mark yonder, &c. (four lines repeated). What are the showy treasures, What are the noisy pleasures? The […]
Robert Burns: How Cruel Are The Parents: Altered from an old English song. tune-“John Anderson, my jo.”
How Cruel Are The Parents Altered from an old English song. tune-“John Anderson, my jo.”1795 Type: Poem How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has but a choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father’s hate- Become a wretched Wife. The […]
Robert Burns: On Chloris Being Ill:
On Chloris Being Ill 1795 Type: Song Tune: Aye wauken O. Chorus-Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul’s delight Is on her bed of sorrow. Can I cease to care? Can I cease to languish, While my darling Fair Is on the couch of anguish? Long, long, &c. Ev’ry hope […]
Robert Burns: Address To The Woodlark:
Address To The Woodlark 1795 Type: Address Tune: Loch Erroch Side. O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining. Again, again that tender part, That I may catch thy melting art; For surely that wad touch her heart Wha […]
Robert Burns: Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat?:
Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat? 1795 Type: 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 […]
Robert Burns: The Cooper O’ Cuddy:
The Cooper O’ Cuddy 1795 Type: Song Tune: Bab at the bowster. Chorus-We’ll hide the Cooper behint the door, Behint the door, behint the door, We’ll hide the Cooper behint the door, And cover him under a mawn, O. The Cooper o’ Cuddy came here awa, He ca’d the girrs out o’er us a’; […]
Robert Burns: Inscription For An Altar Of Independence: At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron.
Inscription For An Altar Of Independence At Kerroughtree, the Seat of Mr. Heron.1795 Type: Inscription Thou of an independent mind, With soul resolv’d, with soul resign’d; Prepar’d Power’s proudest frown to brave, Who wilt not be, nor have a slave; Virtue alone who dost revere, Thy own reproach alone dost fear- Approach this shrine, and […]
Robert Burns: :
1795 Type: Poem ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel world of translating poetry Poetry in Russian (youd have to select Russian in the language switch area, otherwise you wont be able to read poems in Russian)
Robert Burns: O Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town:
O Wat Ye Wha’s In Yon Town 1795 Type: Song Tune: I’ll gang nae mair to yon toun. Chorus-O wat ye wha’s in yon town, Ye see the e’enin sun upon, The dearest maid’s in yon town, That e’ening sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon […]
Robert Burns: I’ll Aye Ca’ In By Yon Town:
I’ll Aye Ca’ In By Yon Town 1795 Type: Song Tune: I’ll gang nae mair to yon toun. Chorus-I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And by yon garden-green again; I’ll aye ca’ in by yon town, And see my bonie Jean again. There’s nane sall ken, there’s nane can guess What brings me […]
Robert Burns: Her Answer:
Her Answer 1795 Type: Poem O tell na me o’ wind an’ rain, Upbraid na me wi’ cauld disdain, Gae back the gate ye cam again, I winna let ye in, jo. Chorus-I tell you now this ae night, This ae, ae, ae night; And ance for a’ this ae night, I winna let […]
Robert Burns: O Let Me In Thes Ae Night:
O Let Me In Thes Ae Night 1795 Type: Poem 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 […]
Robert Burns: The Lass O’ Ecclefechan:
The Lass O’ Ecclefechan 1795 Type: Song Tune: Jack o’ Latin. Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi’ naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A mickle quarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcher has A heich house and a laich ane, A’ forbye my bonie sel, The toss o’ […]
Robert Burns: Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon:
Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon 1795 Type: Poem Chorus-O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn my shoon- Gude ale keeps my heart aboon! I had sax owsen in a pleugh, And they drew a’ weel eneugh: I sell’d them a’ […]
Robert Burns: O Aye My Wife She Dang Me:
O Aye My Wife She Dang Me 1795 Type: Poem Chorus-O aye my wife she dang me, An’ aft my wife she bang’d me, If ye gie a woman a’ her will, Gude faith! she’ll soon o’er-gang ye. On peace an’ rest my mind was bent, And, fool I was! I married; But never […]
Robert Burns: Wee Willie Gray:
Wee Willie Gray 1795 Type: Song Tune: Wee Totum Fogg. Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet, Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket; The rose upon the breir will be him trews an’ doublet, The rose upon the breir will be him trews an’ doublet, Wee Willie Gray, and his […]
Robert Burns: There Was A Bonie Lass:
There Was A Bonie Lass 1795 Type: Poem There was a bonie lass, and a bonie, bonie lass, And she lo’ed her bonie laddie dear; Till War’s loud alarms tore her laddie frae her arms, Wi’ mony a sigh and tear. Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar, He still was a […]
Robert Burns: Inscription At Friars’ Carse Hermitage: To the Memory of Robert Riddell.
Inscription At Friars’ Carse Hermitage To the Memory of Robert Riddell.1795 Type: Inscription To Riddell, much lamented man, This ivied cot was dear; Wandr’er, dost value matchless worth? This ivied cot revere. ————- Home Robert Burns Collection Fledermausi’s Poetry Page Poetry from Scotland Poetry by subject Poems by author and category Parallel translations, the parallel […]
Robert Burns: Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay:
Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay 1795 Type: Poem Cauld is the e’enin blast, O’ Boreas o’er the pool, An’ dawin’ it is dreary, When birks are bare at Yule. Cauld blaws the e’enin blast, When bitter bites the frost, And, in the mirk and dreary drift, The hills and glens are lost: Ne’er sae murky blew the […]