Verses Written On A Window Of The Inn At Carron.

    We came na here to view your warks
        In hopes to be mair wise,
    But only, lest we gang to hell,
        It may be nae surprise:

    For whan we tirl'd at your door,
        Your porter dought na hear us;
    Sae may, shou'd we to hell's yetts come
        Your billy Satan sair us!

Robert Burns

Robert Burns, also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, and various other names and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. Born on January 25, 1759, in Alloway, he is best known for works such as 'Auld Lang Syne,' 'Scots Wha Hae,' and 'A Red, Red Rose.' He passed away on July 21, 1796, in Dumfries.

Robert Burns

When Januar' Wind.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

A Fragment.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Ae Fond Kiss.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near.

Robert Burns, Simple Poetry

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Written At Inverary.

    Whoe'er he be that sojourns here,
        I pity much his case,
    Unless he's come to wait upon
        The Lord their God, his Grace.

    There's naething here but Highland pride
        And Highland cauld and hunger;
    If Providence has sent me here,
        T'was surely in his anger.

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Lines Written On A Window.

    Ye men of wit and wealth, why all this sneering
    'Gainst poor Excisemen? give the cause a hearing;
    What are you, landlords' rent-rolls? teasing ledgers:
    What premiers, what? even monarchs' mighty gaugers:
    Nay, what are priests, those seeming godly wise men?
    What are they, pray, but spiritual Excisemen?

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O Tell Na Me O' Wind And Rain.

O Tell Na Me O' Wind And Rain.



I.

    O tell na me o' wind and rain,
    Upbraid na me wi' cauld disdain!
    Gae back the gate ye cam again,
        I winna let you in, jo.
            I tell you now this ae night,
                This ae, ae, ae night,
            And ance for a' this ae night,
                I winna let you in, jo!

II.

    The snellest blast, at mirkest hours,
    That round the pathless wand'rer pours,
    Is nocht to what poor she endures,
        That's trusted faithless man, jo.

III.

    The sweetest flower that deck'd the mead,
    Now trodden like the vilest weed:
    Let simple maid the lesson read,
        The weird may be her ain, jo.

IV.

    The ...

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Wha Is That At My Bower-Door.

Tune - "Lass an I come near thee."


I.

    Wha is that at my bower door?
        O, wha is it but Findlay?
    Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here!
        Indeed, maun I, quo' Findlay.
    What mak ye sae like a thief?
        O come and see, quo' Findlay;
    Before the morn ye'll work mischief;
        Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.

II.

    Gif I rise and let you in?
        Let me in, quo' Findlay;
    Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din;
        Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.
    In my bower if you should stay?
        Let me stay, quo' Findlay;
    I fear ye'll bide till break o' day;
        Indeed will I, quo' Findlay.

III.

    Here this night if ye remain;
        I'll remain, quo' F...

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Verses To John Rankine.

    Ae day, as Death, that grusome carl,
    Was driving to the tither warl'
    A mixtie-maxtie motley squad,
    And mony a guilt-bespotted lad;
    Black gowns of each denomination,
    And thieves of every rank and station,
    From him that wears the star and garter,
    To him that wintles in a halter:
    Asham'd himsel' to see the wretches,
    He mutters, glowrin' at the bitches,
    "By G--d, I'll not be seen behint them,
    Nor 'mang the sp'ritual core present them,
    Without, at least, ae honest man,
    To grace this d--d infernal clan."
    By Adamhill a glance he threw,
    "L--d G--d!" quoth he, "I have it now,
    There's just the man I want, i' faith!"
    And quickly stoppit Rankine's breath.

Robert Burns

Lines Written On A Window Of The Globe Tavern, Dumfries.

    The greybeard, old Wisdom, may boast of his treasures,
        Give me with gay Folly to live;
    I grant him his calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
        But Folly has raptures to give.

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