Robert Burns

(1759-1796 / Ayrshire / Scotland)

Robert Burns Poems

481. Fareweel To A'Our Scottish Fame 1/13/2003
482. John Barleycorn: A Ballad 5/13/2001
483. Holy Willie's Prayer 5/13/2001
484. Halloween 1/1/2004
485. A Fiddler In The North 1/1/2004
486. A Poets's Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter 5/13/2001
487. Green Grow The Rashes 1/13/2003
488. To A Louse 12/31/2002
489. Carigieburn Wood 5/13/2001
490. Song—Composed in Spring 5/13/2001
491. To A Kiss 12/31/2002
492. Coming Through The Rye 1/13/2003
493. Highland Mary 5/13/2001
494. A Dedication 1/1/2004
495. Address To The Unco Guid 1/1/2004
496. Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear 5/13/2001
497. Ae Fond Kiss 5/13/2001
498. Address To The Tooth-Ache 5/13/2001
499. Afton Water 5/13/2001
500. Address To The Devil 5/13/2001
501. Tam O' Shanter 12/31/2002
502. Address To A Haggis 12/31/2002
503. A Bottle And Friend 1/1/2004
504. A Bard's Epitaph 1/1/2004
505. A Dream 1/1/2004
506. A Winter Night 5/13/2001
507. My Heart's In The Highlands 1/13/2003
508. Auld Lang Syne 5/13/2001
509. To A Mouse 12/31/2002
510. A Man's A Man For A' That 5/13/2001
511. A Fond Kiss 1/3/2003
512. A Red, Red Rose 5/13/2001
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.

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John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!

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