Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

161. Hark! The Mavis 1/4/2003
162. Here's A Bottle 3/29/2010
163. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
164. Here's His Health In Water 11/15/2014
165. Here's To Thy Health 12/31/2002
166. Here's To Thy Health, My Bonie Lass 11/11/2014
167. Hey, The Dusty Miller 10/27/2014
168. Highland Mary 5/13/2001
169. Holy Fair, The 12/31/2002
170. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001
171. How Cruel Are The Parents 10/24/2014
172. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
173. I Love My Love In Secret 10/25/2014
174. I Murder Hate 10/24/2014
175. I'Ll Go And Be A Sodger 11/15/2014
176. Impromptu Lines To Captain Riddell 11/15/2014
177. Impromptu On Carron Iron Works 10/25/2014
178. Impromptu On Dumourier's Desertion Of The French Republican Army 10/25/2014
179. Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday 10/25/2014
180. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
181. Inconstancy In Love 10/25/2014
182. Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More's 11/6/2014
183. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
184. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
185. Inscription For An Alter Of Independence 10/25/2014
186. Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet 11/11/2014
187. Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet 11/15/2014
188. Inscription To Chloris 10/24/2014
189. Inscription To Jessie Lewars 11/15/2014
190. It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 3/29/2010
191. It Was A' For Our Rightful King 5/13/2001
192. Jamie, Come Try Me 10/27/2014
193. Jean 1/4/2003
194. John Anderson My Jo 1/3/2003
195. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
196. Lament For Culloden 1/4/2003
197. Lament For James, Earl Of Glencairn 10/25/2014
198. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots 11/14/2014
199. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring 1/1/2004
200. Lass Of Cessnock Banks, The 5/13/2001
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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