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"John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill the gither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go;
And sleep the gither at the foot,
John Anderson my Jo."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. John Anderson, My Jo (l. 9-16). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"But the cheerful Spring came kindly on
And show'rs began to fall:
John Barleycorn got up again
And sore surpris'd them all."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. John Barleycorn, st. 3. |
"Now wae to thee, thou cruel lord,
A bluidy man I trow thou be;
For mony a heart thou hast made sair
That ne'er did wrong to thine or thee."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Lament for Culloden (l. 13-16). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"Man's inhumanity to Man Makes countless thousands mourn!"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. repr. In Poetical Works, vol. 1, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "Man was made to Mourn," st. 7 (1786). |
"O Mary, at thy window be,
It is the wish'd, the trysted hour!"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Mary Morison (l. 1-2). . .
Burns; Complete Poems and Songs. James Kinsley, ed. (1969) Oxford University Press. |
"O Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
Or canst thou break that heart of his,
Whase only faut is loving thee?"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Mary Morison (l. 17-20). . .
Burns; Complete Poems and Songs. James Kinsley, ed. (1969) Oxford University Press. |
"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe:
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Poetical Works, vol. 1, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). "My Heart's in the Highlands," st. 4, Johnson's Musical Museum, vol. 3 (1790).
The lines are based on a traditional air. |
"Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo'e best;"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Of A' the Airts (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair:
I hear her in the tunefu' birds,
I hear her charm the air:"
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. Of A' the Airts (l. 9-12). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"Or were I in the wildest waste,
Sae black and bare, sae black and bare,
The desert were a Paradise,
If thou wert there, if thou wert there."
Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scottish poet. O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast (l. 9-12). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
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