My Father Was A Farmer by Robert Burns

My Father Was A Farmer by Robert Burns Robert Burns When sometimes by my labour, I earn a little money, O,Some unforeseen misfortune comes gen’rally upon me, O;Mischance, mistake, or by neglect, or my goodnatur’d folly, O:But come what will, I’ve sworn it still, I’ll ne’er be melancholy, O. All you who follow wealth and […]

Halloween By Robert BurnsRobert Burns

Halloween By Robert BurnsRobert Burns Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain,The simple pleasure of the lowly train;To me more dear, congenial to my heart,One native charm, than all the gloss of art. Goldsmith Upon that night, when fairies lightOn Cassilis Downans^2 dance,Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,On sprightly coursers prance;Or for Colean the […]

Ae Fond Kiss By Robert Burns

Ae Fond Kiss By Robert Burns Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;Ae fareweel, 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 […]

To A Mouse By Robert Burns

To A Mouse By Robert Burns On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.   Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!Thou need na start awa sae hasty,          Wi’ bickerin brattle!I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee          Wi’ murd’ring pattle! I’m truly sorry Man’s dominionHas broken […]

John Barleycorn By Robert Burns

John Barleycorn By Robert Burns There was three kings into the east,Three kings both great and high,And they hae sworn a solemn oathJohn Barleycorn should die. They took a plough and plough’d him down,Put clods upon his head,And they hae sworn a solemn oathJohn Barleycorn was dead. But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,And show’rs […]

A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my luve’s like a red, red rose,That’s newly sprung in June;O my luve’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly played in tune. As 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 […]