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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……

The Dean Of Faculty

2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00Categories: 1796, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Dire was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary: But Scot to Scot ne'er met so hot, Orwere more in fury seen, Sir, Than 'twixt Hal and Bob for the famous job, Who should be the Faculty's Dean, Sir. This Hal

A Health To Ane I Loe Dear

2018-11-12T18:28:55+00:00Categories: None, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus-Here's a health to ane I loe dear, Here's a health to aneI loe dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy. Altho' thou maunnever be mine, Altho' even hope is denied; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing, Than oughtin the world beside-Jessy. Here's a health, &c.

The Braw Wooer

2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Last May, a brawwooer camdoun the langglen, And sairwi' his love he did deaveme; I said, there was naethingI hated like men- The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me; The deuce gae wi'm to believe me. He spako' the darts in my bonieblack e'en, And vow'd for my love he was diein, I

A Lass Wi’ A Tocher

2018-11-12T18:28:56+00:00Categories: None, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms, The slender bitBeauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, O, gieme the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms. Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher, Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher; Then hey, for a lass wi'

The Cooper O’ Cuddy

2018-11-12T18:28:51+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Chorus-We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, Behint the door, behint the door, We'll hide the Cooper behint the door, And cover him under a mawn, O. The Cooper o'Cuddy came here awa, He ca'd the girrs out o'er us a'; An'our gudewife has gotten a ca', That's anger'd the silly gudeman O. We'll hide

The Lass O’ Ecclefechan

2018-11-12T18:28:54+00:00Categories: 1795, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Gat ye me, O gat ye me, O gatye me wi'naething? Rockanreel, and spinning wheel, A micklequarter basin: Bye attour my Gutcherhas A heichhouse and a laich ane, A'forbye my boniesel, The tosso'Ecclefechan. O haud your tongue now, Lucky Lang, O haudyour tongue and jauner I held the gatetillyou I met, SyneI began to wander:

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