Wandering Willie

By |2018-11-12T18:28:18+00:00November 12th, 2018|1793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

"Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Now tired with wandering, haudawahame; Come to my bosom, my aeonly dearie, And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Loud blew the cauldwinter winds at our parting; It was nathe blast brought the tear in my e'e: Now welcome the Simmer, and welcome my Willie, The [...]

Meg O’ The Mill

By |2018-11-12T18:28:18+00:00November 12th, 2018|1793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type|

"O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten, An'kenye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten? She gottena coofwi' a clauto' siller, And broken the heart o'the barley Miller. The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy; A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady; The lairdwas a widdifu', bleerit [...]

The Soldier’s Return

By |2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning; I left the lines and tented field, Where langI'd been a lodger, My humble knapsack a'my wealth, A poor and honest sodger. A leal, light heart was in my breast, My hand unstain'd [...]

Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair

By |2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Thine am I, my faithful Fair, Thine, my lovely Nancy; Ev'ry pulse along my veins, Ev'ry roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languish; Tho' despair had wrung its core, That would healits anguish. Take away those rosy lips, Rich with balmy treasure; Turn away thine eyes of love, Lest [...]

Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie

By |2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou has left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever: Aftenhast thou vow'd that Death Only should us sever; Now thou'st left thy lass for aye- I maunsee thee never, Jamie, I'll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me [...]

Wandering Willie

By |2018-11-12T18:28:17+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Poem, Robert Burns Poems, Type, Year|

Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haudawahame; Come to my bosom, my ainonly dearie, Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Winter winds blew loud and cauldat our parting, Fears for my Willie brought tears in my e'e, Welcome nowhSimmer, and welcome, my Willie, The Simmerto Nature, my Willie [...]

Where Are The Joys I have Met?

By |2018-11-12T18:28:20+00:00November 10th, 2018|1793, Robert Burns Poems, Song, Type, Year|

Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc'd to the lark's early song? Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring, At evening the wild-woods among? No more a winding the course of yonriver, And marking sweet flowerets so fair, Nomore I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, ButSorrow and sad-sighing [...]