Rabbie, Rabbie, Burning Bright - by
Atween November’s end and noo
/ there’s really nithin else tae do
/ but climb inside a brindlet coo
/ …
Robert Burns
On Visiting the Tomb of Burns - by
Burns! with honour due /I oft have honour’d thee. Great shadow, hide / Thy face; I sin against thy native…
Robert Burns - by
Immortal Robert Burns of Ayr,
/ There’s but few poets can with you compare;
/ Some of your poems and songs are very fine:
/ To…
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…
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…
Beelzebub Resurfaces - by
A girnin, greitin deil wis I –
/ I wis auld, and feelin aulder.
/ Syne the heatin system burst in Hell:
/ It wis cauld…
Address of Beelzebub - by
To the Right Honorable The Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honorable and Honorable the
/ Highland Society, which met…
Holy Gordon’s Prayer - by
O Lord my God, forgie this swither,
/ pray hear thy servant in his dither.
/ Should ah bide here? or cross the river…
Aw Jock Tamson’s - by
Moonrise, an maudlin in the mirk,
/ we coorie in, hoose selt, hame hawked,
/ oor labour thirled tae yesterday,
/ the morra pawned fur brick-a-brack.
/
/ Thieves…
Rose - by
Ye hink ah’m like a reid, reid whit?
/ You dinna hae a scoob!
/ And whit dae you ken aboot melodie?
/ Dae ye hink…
The Marble Quarry - by
For the second time in fifty years
/ I come to the Marble Quarry.
/ Last time, a boy, I came with my father.
/ Now…
Epistle - by
Leeze me on rhyme! It’s aye a treasure,
/ My chief, amaist my only pleasure…
/ from ‘Second Epistle to Davie’
/
/ While London’s steekit beh…