Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

41. Song—it Was A' For Our Rightfu' King 11/14/2014
42. Epistle To Dr. Blacklock 11/14/2014
43. Song—crowdie Ever Mair 11/14/2014
44. Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage 11/15/2014
45. Song—o May, Thy Morn 11/15/2014
46. Epigram Addressed To An Artist 11/14/2014
47. Epistle To Major Logan 11/15/2014
48. Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin 11/15/2014
49. Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq. 11/15/2014
50. Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version) 11/15/2014
51. Elegy On The Year 1788 11/15/2014
52. Song—my Hoggie 11/15/2014
53. The Libeller's Self-Reproof 11/15/2014
54. Epitaph On John Busby, Esq., Tinwald Downs 11/15/2014
55. Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet 11/15/2014
56. Mr. William Smellie: A Sketch 11/15/2014
57. Song—the Charms Of Lovely Davies 11/15/2014
58. Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 11/15/2014
59. Song—fragment—leezie Lindsay 11/15/2014
60. Epistle On J. Lapraik 11/15/2014
61. Lines To John M'Murdo Of Drumlanrig 11/15/2014
62. Song—poortith Cauld And Restless Love 11/15/2014
63. Song—the Dumfries Volunteers 11/15/2014
64. Burlesque Lament Fo Wm. Creech's Absence 11/15/2014
65. Epitaph On A Noisy Polemic 11/15/2014
66. Song—i'Ll Meet Thee On The Lea Rig 11/15/2014
67. Extempore Reply To An Invitation 11/15/2014
68. On The Birth Of A Posthumous Child 11/15/2014
69. On The Death Of Robert Dundas, Esq., Of Arniston 11/15/2014
70. Song—bonie Dundee: A Fragment 11/15/2014
71. Song—lady Onlie, Honest Luckie 11/15/2014
72. Versicles On Sign-Posts 11/15/2014
73. Song—kenmure's On And Awa, Willie 11/15/2014
74. Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb 11/15/2014
75. Song—raging Fortune: A Fragment 11/15/2014
76. The Rantin Dog, The Daddie O'T 11/15/2014
77. Lines On The Fall Of Fyers 11/15/2014
78. Epigram On Miss Fontenelle 11/15/2014
79. Song—my Nanie, O! 11/15/2014
80. Song—carle, An' The King Come 11/15/2014

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Best Poem of Robert Burns

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus - For auld land syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.


We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.


We twa hae ...

Read the full of Auld Lang Syne

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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