Poems 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. A Man's a Man for for A'That Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head,an'a'that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a'that! For a'that,an'a'that. Our toils obscure an'a'that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a'that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey,an'a'that? Gie fools their silks,and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a'that. For a'that,an'a'that, Their tinsel show,an'a'that, The honest man,tho'e'er sae poor
Poems 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. A Man’s a Man for for A’That Is there for honesty poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave - we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a' that? Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that, The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor
Is king o'men for a'that. Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts,an'stares,an'a'that; Tho'hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a'that For a'that,an'a'that, His ribband,star,an'a'that, The man o'independent mind He looks an'laughs at a'that. A price can mak a belted knight. A marquise,duke,an'a'that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Gude faith,he maunna fa'that! For a'that,an'a'that, Their dignities an'a'that, The pith o'sense,an'pride o'worth, Are higher rank than a'that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a'that,) That Sense and Worth,o'er a'the earth, Shall bear the gree,an'a'that For a'that,an'a'that, That man to man,the world o'er. Shall brithers be for a'that. A Fond Kiss A fond kiss,and then we sever, A farewell.and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me,nae cheerfu'twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Nothing could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her; Love but her,and love forever. Had we never lov'd say kindly, Had we never lov'd say blindly
Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an' a' that, The man o' independent mind He looks an' laughs at a' that. A price can mak a belted knight, A marquise, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities an' a' that, The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, That man to man, the world o'er, Shall brithers be for a' that. A Fond Kiss A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Nothing could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov'd say kindly, Had we never lov'd say blindly
Never met--or never parted-- We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee well,thou first and fairest! Fare thee well,thou best and dearest! Thine be like a joy and treasure, Peace.enjoyment,love,and pleasure! A fond kiss,and then we sever; A farewell,alas,forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! A Winter Night When biting Boreas,fell and doure, Sharp shivers thro'the leafless bow'r: When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark'ning thro'the flaky show'r, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples rocked. Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked, While burns,wi'snawy wreeths upchoked, Wild-eddying swirl, Or thro'the mining outlet bocked, Down headlong hurl. List'ning,the doors an'winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep,wha bide this brattle O'winter war, And thro'the drift,deep-lairing,sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird,wee,helpless thing! That,in the merry months o'spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o'thee? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing An'close thy e'e? Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd, Lone from your savage homes exil'd, The blood-stain'd roost,and sheep-cote spoil'd
Never met--or never parted-- We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee well, thou first and fairest! Fare thee well, thou best and dearest! Thine be like a joy and treasure, Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure! A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, alas, forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! A Winter Night When biting Boreas, fell and doure, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south the lift, Dim-dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r, Or whirling drift: Ae night the storm the steeples rocked, Poor Labour sweet in sleep was locked, While burns, wi' snawy wreeths upchoked, Wild-eddying swirl, Or thro' the mining outlet bocked, Down headlong hurl. List'ning, the doors an' winnocks rattle, I thought me on the ourie cattle, Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle O' winter war, And thro' the drift, deep-lairing, sprattle, Beneath a scar. Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o' thee? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chittering wing An' close thy e'e? Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd, Lone from your savage homes exil'd, The blood-stain'd roost, and sheep-cote spoil'd
My heart forgets, While pityless the tempest wild Sore on you beats. 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. Chorus... 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. Chorus... We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us briad hae roar'd Sin'auld lang syne. Chorus... And there's a hand,my trusty fere! And gie's a hand o'thine! And we'll tak'a right gude-willie waught. For auld lang syne. Chorus
My heart forgets, While pityless the tempest wild Sore on you beats. 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. Chorus... 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. Chorus... We twa hae paidl'd in the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us briad hae roar'd Sin' auld lang syne. Chorus... And there's a hand, my trusty fere! And gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught, For auld lang syne. Chorus
