Robert Burns - Poem by Francis Duggan
He was the poor Plougboy from Alloway in Ayrshire one who laughed in the face of despair
The one who became the National bard of old Scotland the one with brown eyes and brown hair
He drunk and made love and made merry and his songs are sung Worldwide
His legend outlives his existence and of him greatness cannot be denied.
Jean Armour has become very famous because she was Robert Burns wife
The Ploughboy who became a legend and the great poet who could laugh at life
The one who loved People and Nature in the good in humanity he did believe
He laughed and the whole World laughed with him and for a mouse he too could grieve.
A fellow who rose above poverty and who never gave way to despair
The National bard of his Homeland and a legend in the big World out there
He was the true bard of the people and for people he genuinely did care
The poet for all ages and Seasons and few with him one could compare.
The National Bard of his Homeland but to the whole World he belong
The Ploughboy who became a legend he had in him the gift of song
There won't be another like Burns the pride of his clan and his race
He was one who rose above poverty and love of life he did embrace.
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