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……

Duncan Gray

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Duncan Gray cam' here to woo, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, On blythe Yule-night when we were fou, Ha, ha, the wooing o't, Maggie coosther head fu'heigh, Look'd asklentand uncoskeigh, Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh; Ha, ha, the wooing o't. Duncan fleech'd and Duncan pray'd; Ha, ha, the wooing o't, Meg was deaf as Ailsa

Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character

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Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character Sweet naivete of feature, Simple, wild, enchanting elf, Not to thee, but thanks to Nature, Thou art acting butthyself. Wert thou awkward, stiff, affected, Spurning Nature, torturing art; Loves and Graces all rejected, Then indeed thou'd'st act a part.

Extempore On Some Commemorations Of Thomson

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Dost thou not rise, indignant shade, And smile wi' spurning scorn, When they whawadhae starved thy life, Thy senseless turf adorn? Helpless, alane, thou clamb the brae, Wi'meiklehonest toil, And claughtth' unfading garland there- Thy sair-worn, rightful spoil. And wear it thou! and call aloud This axiom undoubted- Would thou hae Nobles' patronage? First learn

Here’s A Health To Them That’s Awa

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Here's a health to them that's awa, Here's a health to them that's awa; And wha winnawish gude luck to our cause, May never gude luck be their fa'! It's gude to be merry and wise, It's gude to be honest and true; It's gudeto support Caledonia's cause, And bidebythe buff and the blue. Here's

My Bonie Bell

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The smiling Spring comes in rejoicing, And surly Winter grimly flies; Now crystal clear are the falling waters, And bonie blue are the sunny skies. Fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning, The ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell; All creatures joy in the sun's returning, And I rejoice in my bonie Bell. The flowery

My Eppie Macnab

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O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? O sawye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab? She's down in the yard, she's kissin the laird, She winnacome hameto her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab; Whate'er thou hast dune, be it

My Native Land Sae Far Awa

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O sad and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My native land sae far awa. Thou that of a'things Maker art, That formed this Fair sae far awa, Giebodystrength, then I'll ne'er start At this my way sae far awa. How true is love

My Tocher’s The Jewel

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O Meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin; But little thinks my luve I kenbrawlie My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree, It's a'for the hinny he'll cherish the bee, My laddie's sae meiklein luve wi' the

Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame

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The noble Maxwells and their powers Are coming o'er the border, And they'll gaebigTerreagles' towers And setthem a' in order. And they declare Terreagles fair, For their abode they choose it; There's noa heart in a'the land But's lighter at the news o't. Tho' stars in skies may disappear, And angry tempests gather; The happy

O For Ane An’ Twenty, Tam

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Chorus.-An' O for ane an' twenty, Tam! And hey, sweet ane an' twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin' sang, An' I saw ane an' twenty, Tam. They snoolme sair, and haudme down, An' garme look like bluntie, Tam; Butthree short years will soon wheel roun', An' then comes ane an' twenty, Tam. An'

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