Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

441. Lament Of Mary, Queen Of Scots, On The Approach Of Spring 1/1/2004
442. O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair 1/4/2003
443. The Tear-Drop 1/1/2004
444. To A Mountain Daisy 12/31/2002
445. Lass That Made The Bed To Me, The 12/31/2002
446. Mary Morison 12/31/2002
447. Here's A Health To Them That's Awa 5/13/2001
448. Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes 5/13/2001
449. The Rigs O' Barley 1/1/2004
450. O, Were My Love 12/31/2002
451. Bonie Wee Thing, The 12/31/2002
452. Jean 1/4/2003
453. Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The 12/31/2002
454. Birks Of Aberfeldie, The 12/31/2002
455. Epitaph On Holy Willie 5/13/2001
456. Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green 12/31/2002
457. Winter: A Dirge 12/31/2002
458. My Bonnie Mary 1/4/2003
459. Despondency -- An Ode 5/13/2001
460. Handsome Nell 5/13/2001
461. Love In The Guise Of Friendship 3/29/2010
462. Battle Of Sherramuir, The 12/31/2002
463. Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon 1/13/2003
464. Banks O' Doon, The 12/31/2002
465. Anna, Thy Charms 1/1/2004
466. Up In The Morning Early 12/31/2002
467. Cotter's Saturday Night, The 12/31/2002
468. Lament For Culloden 1/4/2003
469. Scots Wha Hae 12/31/2002
470. For A' That And A' That 5/13/2001
471. In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer 12/31/2002
472. John Anderson My Jo 1/3/2003
473. Willie Wastle 12/31/2002
474. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
475. Bonie Doon 5/13/2001
476. My Highland Lassie, O 12/31/2002
477. The Farewell 1/4/2003
478. Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled 1/13/2003
479. I Dream'D I Lay 12/31/2002
480. Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame 1/13/2003

Comments about Robert Burns

  • Cj Mcwilliam Cj Mcwilliam (1/25/2016 5:07:00 AM)

    Scotch is actually the Scottish word for Scots, but the language itself actually differs depending on which area you're in, I think Burns spoke Doric.

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  • Robert Buchanan (7/17/2015 10:31:00 PM)

    Stephen he may well have been drinking Scotch but as Jennifer says the language is Scots or Auld Scots and it was not so much the language which was suppressed but the culture of the people, the music and the dress but to give two examples. Robert Burns was a remarkable man, his breath may have stopped but his voice is still heard.

  • Jennifer Barker (5/21/2015 12:02:00 PM)

    The language is actually Scots, not Scotch (as in the whisky) . It is a 800+ year old language.

  • Stephen W (1/1/2014 5:22:00 PM)

    @Ryan Walker: he was writing in Scotch, a perfectly respectable language, later suppressed by a tyrannical government.

  • Ryan Walker (1/26/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    Interesting. His poetry reminds me of when I read Mark Twain's Huckelberry Finn. It's a great use of broken and common language. It certainly adds an aspect to his poetry.

  • Ted Mohr (12/11/2009 11:35:00 AM)

    Your copy of Robert Burns' A Man's a Man for A' That appears to me to have left out one line in the final stanza which when entered would make the 5th and 6th lines read:
    For a' that, an' a' that,
    It’s cuming yet, for a' that,

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.

Read the full of A Red, Red Rose

Banks O' Doon, The

Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Thou'll break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

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