I ay' longed tae read yer stuff
wi' beautiful words written off the cuff.
O' nature, o'war, the deil and love
wi' wit and banter tae nae say enough.
I climbed on yer statue, was feart' tae jump aff,
and my nana and cousins for years did laugh
at the snooty auld wumin' who said 'Have you no respect? '
I was seven at the time but now do reflect.
I staun' on yer should'ers, as awe poets dae
though rarely tae copy yer style or yer say.
But I like you, do like a drink,
and women and music, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
In Ayrshire you lived and in Dumfries you did die
and awe yer cronnies did drink many a dram and cry,
farewell dear Robert Burns, we'll all still read
yer poems and songs even though yer lang lang deid.
October 2007.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful tribute Te Rabbie...excellent write and to read...thank you....10