Poems by Robert Burns
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
... , 10th verse. Ah, woe is me, my mother dear! ...
It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
... The lee-lang night, and weep, my dear, ...
Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green
... The wretch whase doom is, "hope nae mair," ...
Holy Willie's Prayer
... " - Pope O Thou, that in the heavens does dwell, ...
My Nannie, O
... I'll tak' what Heav'n will sen' me, O ...
Craigieburn Wood
... When yon green leaves fade frae the tree, ...
M'Pherson's Rant
... Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright, ...
My Highland Lassie, O
... I sit me down wi' right good will, ...
A Bard's Epitaph
... Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, ...
Up In The Morning Early
... The birds sit chittering on the the thorn, ...
The Bonie Wee Thing
... [Chorus] Bonie wee thing, cannie wee thing, ...
Peggy
... And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night ...
Halloween
... Then, first and foremost, through the kail, ...
The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie
... " This said, poor Mailie turn'd her head, ...
Address To A Haggis
... Then, horn for horn, they strech an' strive: ...
