Address to a Haggis - by
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
/ Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
/ Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
/ …
Occasion: Burns Night
Rabbie, Rabbie, Burning Bright - by
Atween November’s end and noo
/ there’s really nithin else tae do
/ but climb inside a brindlet coo
/ …
For the Centenary of The Scotch Whisky Association - by
“If freedom an whisky gang thegither”: Robert Burns
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/ When we sit wined and finely dined,
/ Dressed up in oor best, braw and…
A Man’s a Man for a’ That - by
Is there for honest Poverty
/ That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
/ The coward-slave, we pass him by,
/ We dare be poor for…
The Original (Selkirk) and the Alternative Grace - by
with apologies
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/ Some hae meat and canna eat
/ And some wad eat that want it:
/ But we hae meat and we can eat,
/ And…
A Birl for Burns - by
From the start, Burns’ birl and rhythm,
/ That tongue the Ulster Scots brought wi’ them
/ And stick to still in County Antrim
/ Was…
To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church - by
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlan ferlie!
/ Your impudence protects you sairly:
/ I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
/ Owre gawze and lace;
/ Tho’…
Tam o’ Shanter - by
Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this buke.
/ — Gawin Douglas
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/ When chapman billies leave the street,
/ And drouthy neebors, neebors…
Mary Morison - by
O Mary, at thy window be,
/ It is the wish’d, the trysted hour;
/ Those smiles and glances let me see,
/ That make the…
A Red, Red Rose - by
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
/ That’s newly sprung in June;
/ O my…
To a Mouse - by
On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough,
/ November, 1785
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/ Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
/ O, what a panic’s in…
Kate o Shanter’s Tale - by
an extract
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/ Now, wha this tale o’ truth shall read,
/ Ilk man and mother’s son, take heed:
/ Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d,
/ Or…