Poems begining by &
/ page 30 of 41 /121. Epitaph on Wee Johnnie
© Robert Burns
WHOEER thou art, O reader, know
That Death has murderd Johnie;
An here his body lies fu low;
For saul he neer had ony.
510. SongFragmentWee Willie Gray
© Robert Burns
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,
361. SongBehold the Hour, the Boat, arrive
© Robert Burns
BEHOLD the hour, the boat, arrive!
My dearest Nancy, O fareweel!
Severed frae thee, can I survive,
Frae thee whom I hae lovd sae weel?
543. SongNews, lassies, news
© Robert Burns
THERES news, lassies, news,
Gude news Ive to tell!
Theres a boatfu o lads
Come to our town to sell.
21. Fickle Fortune: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me,
She pormisd fair and performd but ill;
Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereavd me,
Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.
521. Inscription for an Alter of Independence
© Robert Burns
THOU of an independent mind,
With soul resolvd, with soul resignd;
Prepard Powers proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
345. SongFrae the friends and land I love
© Robert Burns
FRAE the friends and land I love,
Drivn by Fortunes felly spite;
Frae my best belovd I rove,
Never mair to taste delight:
230. The Fête Champêtre
© Robert Burns
Note 1. James Boswell, the biographer of Dr. Johnson. [back]
Note 2. Sir John Whitefoord, then residing at Cloncaird or Glencaird. [back]
Note 3. William Cunninghame, Esq., of Annbank and Enterkin. [back]
180. Written by Somebody on the Window of an Inn at Stirling
© Robert Burns
HERE Stuarts once in glory reigned,
And laws for Scotlands weal ordained;
But now unroofd their palace stands,
Their sceptres swayd by other hands;
368. SongScroggam, my dearie
© Robert Burns
THERE was a wife wonnd in Cockpen,
Scroggam;
She brewd gude ale for gentlemen;
Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.
166. Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh
© Robert Burns
YE maggots, feed on Nicols brain,
For few sic feasts youve gotten;
And fix your claws in Nicols heart,
For deil a bit ots rotten.
333. SongLovely Polly Stewart
© Robert Burns
Chorus.O lovely Polly Stewart,
O charming Polly Stewart,
Theres neer a flower that blooms in May,
Thats half so fair as thou art!
65. SongRantin, Rovin Robin
© Robert Burns
THERE 1 was a lad was born in Kyle,
But whatna day o whatna style,
I doubt its hardly worth the while
To be sae nice wi Robin.
263. SongThe Gardener wi his Paidle
© Robert Burns
WHEN rosy May comes in wi flowers,
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,
Then busy, busy are his hours,
The Gardner wi his paidle.
437. SongThine am I, my faithful Fair
© Robert Burns
THINE am I, my faithful Fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy;
Evry pulse along my veins,
Evry roving fancy.
303. SongThe Gowden Locks of Anna
© Robert Burns
YESTREEN I had a pint o wine,
A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
354. EpigramThe Toad-eater
© Robert Burns
OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the Dukes that you dined wi yestreen,
Yet an insects an insect at most,
Tho it crawl on the curl of a Queen!
351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
Criticsappalld, I venture on the name;
Those cut-throat bandits in the paths of fame:
Bloody dissectors, worse than ten Monroes;
He hacks to teach, they mangle to expose:
129. The Calf
© Robert Burns
RIGHT, sir! your text Ill prove it true,
Tho heretics may laugh;
For instance, theres yourself just now,
God knows, an unco calf.
545. SongMallys meek, Mallys sweet
© Robert Burns
ChorusMallys meek, Mallys sweet,
Mallys modest and discreet;
Mallys rare, Mallys fair,
Mallys every way complete.