THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER UPDATED |
THE AUTHOR'S EARNEST CRY AND PRAYER UPDATED
This day o' days, the ane that saw my birth,
I cast my een doon, squinting, at the earth,
And wish tae be replete in joy and mirth
Wi' ilka chie...
Posted by Robert Burns on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 12:45:00 PST |
Rabbie's Life - so far! |
This is my life story, as written in some tome or ither. Just a wee flavour o' what I got up tae, and hoo I got aroond. The lesson o' my daith is...dinnae tak the watters at Palnackie tae cure your i...
Posted by Robert Burns on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 08:11:00 PST |
Nine Inch Will Please A Lady |
Here's a wee number I lear'd aff a lassRicht afore I approached her and grabbed at her tass!Come rede me dame, come tell me dame,My dame come tell me truly,What length o' graith when weel ca'd hameWil...
Posted by Robert Burns on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 05:14:00 PST |
Naething! |
"...The lover may sparkle and glow,Approaching his bonnie bit gay thing;But marriage will soon let him knowHe's gotten - a buskit-up naething.The Poet may jingle and rhyme,In hopes of a laureate wrea...
Posted by Robert Burns on Fri, 03 Nov 2006 06:18:00 PST |
Beer! |
THE DEMON DRINKERThere's nocht sae wersh as curdl't beerThat's hogged the barrel for o'er a year,But I wad forfeit a' my gearWhen drouthie wi' the need o't.Oddtimes, a chiel wha's sound and fierWill p...
Posted by Robert Burns on Sat, 30 Sep 2006 07:52:00 PST |
ON AULD AGE |
ON AULD AGE
Lang syne I fished the watters deep
For ocht ava that I could eat.
But noo I fish the nerra lin
Wha's watters daily past me rin.
A muckle craft I skipper't then
Wi' trawlin nets ilk...
Posted by Robert Burns on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 01:48:00 PST |
Jings - anither richt clarty verse frae 'The Merry Muses'! |
Nae Hair On't
TUNE: Gillicrankie
Yestreen I wed a lady fair,
An ye wad believe me,
On her cunt there growes nae hair,
That's the thing that grieves me.
It vexed me sair, it plagued me sa...
Posted by Robert Burns on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 09:21:00 PST |
A Man's A Man For A' That |
Is there for honest 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 th...
Posted by Robert Burns on Tue, 18 Jul 2006 05:21:00 PST |
FREEDOM! |
SCOTS WHA HAEScots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour: See the front o' battle lour, See approac...
Posted by Robert Burns on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 07:01:00 PST |
Cock Up Your Beaver! |
This is yin o my favourite verses, and pox on ony yin wha taks a different meaning, for shame!JOHNIE LAD, COCK UP YOUR BEAVER When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet tha...
Posted by Robert Burns on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 06:50:00 PST |
