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The Five Carlins

By |2018-11-12T18:27:32+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

There was five Carlins in the South, They fellupon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings hame. Nor only bring them tidings hame, But do their errands there, And aiblinsgowdand honor baith Might be that laddie's share. There was Maggy by the banks o' Nith, A dame wi' pride [...]

Pegasus At Wanlockhead

By |2018-11-12T18:27:23+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Throughfrosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus Was buta sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To geta frosty caulker. Obliging Vulcan fellto work, Threw byhis coat and bonnet, And did Sol's business in a crack; Sol paid him [...]

The Gard’ner Wi’ His Paidle

By |2018-11-12T18:27:32+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

When rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers, Then busy, busy are his hours, The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. The crystal waters gently fa', The merry bards are lovers a', The scented breezes round him blaw- The Gard'ner wi' his paidle. When purple morning starts the hare To steal upon [...]

The Kirk Of Scotland’s Alarm

By |2018-11-12T18:27:33+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Orthodox! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been blown in the West, "That what is no sense must be nonsense," Orthodox! That what is no sense must be nonsense. Doctor Mac! Doctor Mac, you should streek on a rack, To strike evil-doers wi' [...]

The Laddie’s Dear Sel’

By |2018-11-12T18:27:25+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

There's a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For he's bonieand braw, weel-favor'd witha', An' his hair has a natural bucklean' a'. His coat is the hue o' his bonnet saeblue, His fecketis white as the new-driven snaw; His hose they are blae, and [...]

Robin Shure In Hairst

By |2018-11-12T18:27:24+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shurewi'him. Fient aheukhad I, Yet I stack byhim. I gaedup to Dunse, To warp a wabo'plaiden, At his daddie's yett, Whamet me but Robin: Robin shure, &c. Was naRobin bauld, Tho' I was a cotter, Play'd me sica trick, An'me the El'er's dochter! Robin shure, &c. Robin promis'd me A'my [...]

Sappho Redivivus

By |2018-11-12T18:27:24+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

By all I lov'd, neglected and forgot, Nofriendly face e'erlights my squalid cot; Shunn'd, hated, wrong'd, unpitied, unredrest, The mock'd quotation of the scorner's jest! Ev'n the poor support of my wretched life, Snatched by the violence of legal strife. Oft grateful for my very daily bread To those my family's once large bounty fed; [...]

She’s Fair And Fause

By |2018-11-12T18:27:31+00:00November 10th, 2018|1789, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

She's fair and fausethat causes my smart, I lo'edher meikle and lang; She's broken her vow, she's broken my heart, And I may e'engaehang. A coofcamin wi'routho'gear, And I haetintmy dearest dear; But Woman is butwarld's gear, Saelet the bonielass gang. Whae'er ye be that woman love, To this be never blind; Naeferlie'tis tho' fickle [...]