ROBERT BURNS (POEMS)

Robert Burns,  (1759 - 1796)  sometimes known as the 'ploughman poet', was the eldest son of a poverty-stricken farmer.

 

The birth of Burns (25th January) is a date still celebrated, along with societies around the world. The sheer extent of this continuing fame 200 years after his death is a testament to the life and work of a giant of English literature.

In his time, Burns writing inspired a rebirth of Scottish cultural pride and enhanced the dignity of the common working man.

His young contemporary Walter Scott vividly recalled the impression Burns made when the two met.

 

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A FOND KISS

 

A fond kiss, and then we sever;

A farewell, and then forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;

Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

Nothing could resist my Nancy;

But to see her was to love her;

Love but her, and love forever.

Had we never lov'd say kindly,

Had we never lov'd say blindly,

Never met--or never parted--

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee well, thou first and fairest!

Fare thee well, thou best and dearest!

Thine be like a joy and treasure,

Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure!

A fond kiss, and then we sever;

A farewell, alas, forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

A RED, RED ROSE

 

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

   That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

   That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

   So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

   Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

   While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

   And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

   Though it were ten thousand mile.

AULD LANG SYNE

 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne!

 

Chorus - For auld land syne, my dear,

 

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

 

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!

And surely I'll be mine!

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

 

Chorus...

 

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pou'd the gowans fine;

But we've wander'd mony a weary fit

Sin' auld lang syne.

 

Chorus...

 

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,

Frae morning sun till dine;

But seas between us briad hae roar'd

 

Sin' auld lang syne.

 

Chorus...

 

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!

And gie's a hand o' thine!

And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught,

For auld lang syne.

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