Welcome to our Robert Burns poems

Robert Bunrs Poems

Robert Burns poems are know the world over. As Scotland’s national bard his poetry and songs have been celebrated and argued about for over 200 years. He covered many subjects: love, politics, religion, nature and death amongst others. His gentle (and not so gentle) mocking ways took down pomposity and arrogance in extablished hierarchical institutions.

Initially feted by the Edinburgh literary elite his support for the principles of the French revolution saw him shunned and he returned to the west of Scotland where he died at a young age.

We hope you enjoy the Robert Burns poems here and delve into them from time to time. Human nature doesn’t change; the classics can still seem fresh to us today.

We encourage to explore these wonderful poems, particularly around his birthday on the 25th January but also all year round. Dinnae be a sleekit wee beastie wi’ his works……

On A Swearing Coxcomb

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Here cursing, swearing Burton lies, A buck, a beau, or"Dem my eyes!" Who in his life did little good, And his last words were "Dem my blood!"

On An Innkeeper Nicknamed “The Marquis”

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Here lies a mock Marquis, whose titles were shamm'd, If ever he rise, it will be to be damn'd.

On Andrew Turner

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In se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine, The deilgatstuff to maka swine, An' coostit in a corner; Butwilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An'ca'd it Andrew Turner.

On Being Shewn A Beautiful Country Seat

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We grant they're thine, those beauties all, So lovely in our eye; Keep them, thou eunuch, Cardoness, For others to enjoy!

On Capt. Lascelles

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When Lascelles thought fitfrom this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers- "Pray don't make so much o't, The subject is poison, noreptile will touch it."

On Chloris

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From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, byHeavens! I exclaim'd, let me perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn!

Ca’ The Yowes To The Knowes

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Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnierowes, My bonie Dearie. Hark the mavis' e'ening sang, Sounding Clouden's woods amang; Then a-faulding let us gang, My bonie Dearie. Ca' the yowes, &c. We'll gaedown byClouden side, Thro' the hazels, spreading wide, O'er the waves that sweetly glide,

The Raptures Of Folly

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Thou greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live; I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures, ButFolly has raptures to give.

The Soldier’s Return

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When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where langI'd been a lodger, My humble knapsack a'my wealth, A poor and honest sodger. A leal, light heart was in my breast, My hand unstain'd

The True Loyal Natives

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Ye true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song In uproar and riot rejoice the night long; From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt, Butwhere is your shield from the darts of Contempt!

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