Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

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

It was upon a Lammas night,
When corn rigs are bonnie,
Beneath the moon's unclouded light,
I held away to Annie:
The time flew by wi' tentless heed
Till 'tween the late and early,
Wi' sma' persuasion, she agreed
To see me thro' the barley.
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

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