Poems by Robert Burns
348. SongI hae been at Crookieden
... And loud the laugh gied round a hell ...
522. SongThe Cardin ot, the Spinning ot
... Chorus.The cardin ot, the spinnin ot, ...
The Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre
... Chorus: For the graip was tint, the besom was deen, ...
Epitaph On Holy Willie
... A coof like him wad stain your name, ...
Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn
... See approach proud Edward's power - ...
John Anderson, My Jo
... But blessings on your frosty pow, ...
The Birks Of Aberfeldy
... The hoary cliffs are crown'd wi' flowers, ...
Address To The Tooth-Ache
... Thou, Tooth-ache, surely bear'st the bell ...
Airlin's Fine Braes
... Knockin' doon people's haystacks, fin I should have been at ease ...
Wee Willie Gray
... The rose upon the breir will be him trews an doublet, ...
To A Mouse, (The best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men)
... Now thou's turn'd out for a' thy trouble, ...
The Tarbolton Lasses
... She'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, ...
Whistle Ow'r The Lave O't
... I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse, ...
The Twa Dogs
... Luath Trowth, Caesar, whiles they're fash't eneugh: ...
Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
... For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk, ...
