Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

41. Airlin's Fine Braes 3/29/2010
42. Anna 5/13/2001
43. Anna, Thy Charms 1/1/2004
44. Another On The Said Occasion 10/25/2014
45. Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining With Him 11/15/2014
46. Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning 12/31/2002
47. Auld Lang Syne 5/13/2001
48. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 1 11/15/2014
49. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 2 11/15/2014
50. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 3 11/15/2014
51. Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4 10/25/2014
52. Ballad On The American War 10/25/2014
53. Banks O' Doon, The 12/31/2002
54. Battle Of Sherramuir, The 12/31/2002
55. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
56. Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive 10/25/2014
57. Birks Of Aberfeldie, The 12/31/2002
58. Birthday Ode For 31st December, 1787 10/25/2014
59. Bonie Doon 5/13/2001
60. Bonie Jean: A Ballad 11/15/2014
61. Bonie Lesley 3/29/2010
62. Bonie Peggy Alison 12/31/2002
63. Bonie Wee Thing, The 12/31/2002
64. Bonnie Lesley 5/13/2001
65. Burlesque Lament Fo Wm. Creech's Absence 11/15/2014
66. Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes 5/13/2001
67. Caledonia: A Ballad 11/14/2014
68. Carigieburn Wood 5/13/2001
69. Coming Through The Rye 1/13/2003
70. Commemoration Of Rodney's Victory 10/27/2014
71. Complimentary Epigram To Mrs. Riddell 11/15/2014
72. Cotter's Saturday Night, The 12/31/2002
73. Craigieburn Wood 1/1/2004
74. Craigieburn Wood 11/6/2014
75. Death And Dr. Hornbook 10/24/2014
76. Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The 12/31/2002
77. Despondency -- An Ode 5/13/2001
78. Duncan Gray 5/13/2001
79. Election Ballad At Close Of Contest For Representing The Dumfries Burghs, 1790 10/24/2014
80. Election Ballad For Westerha' 11/14/2014
Best Poem of Robert Burns

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd 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 seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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