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- 2. Robert Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of Ayrshire was born in January
- 3. Robert Burns began writing poetry at the age of 15. He is the best known of
- 4. His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at Hogmanay (New Year), and Scots
- 5. My Heart's In The Highlands Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of
- 6. A Red, Red Rose This is surely the most famous love poem and a well-known song,
- 7. Of a' the airts This short poem is devoted to Burns’ wife, Jean Armour, and is
- 8. My Father Was a Farmer My father was a farmer Upon the Carrick border And carefully
- 9. Then sore harass'd, and tired at last, With fortune's vain delusion I dropt my schemes, like
- 10. Although Burns lived a short life, dying at the age of 37, it was fulfilling and
- 11. Today, throughout Scotland there are landmarks, museums and visitor centres all dedicated to the life and
- 12. BURNS NIGHTS After his death on 21 July 1796, Burns enthusiasts around the world have been
- 13. Burns Supper The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life: a night to celebrate the
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Robert Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of
Robert Burns, Scotland's favourite son, the Ploughman Poet, the Bard of
Robert Burns began writing poetry at the age of 15.
He is
Robert Burns began writing poetry at the age of 15.
He is
Burns Cottage in Alloway, Scotland
Brig O'Doon, Alloway
His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at
His poem (and song) Auld Lang Syne is often sung at
My Heart's In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the
My Heart's In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-covered with snow, Farewell to the straths and green vallies below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
A Red, Red Rose
This is surely the most famous love
A Red, Red Rose This is surely the most famous love
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with sun:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Of a' the airts
This short poem is devoted to Burns’ wife,
Of a' the airts This short poem is devoted to Burns’ wife,
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonie lassie lives,
The lassie I love best.
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between,
But day and night my fancy's flight
Is ever with my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers -
I see her sweet and fair.
I hear her in the tuneful birds -
I hear her charm the air.
There's not a bonie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green,
There's not a bonie bird that sings,
But minds me of my Jean.
My Father Was a Farmer
My father was a farmer
Upon the
My Father Was a Farmer
My father was a farmer Upon the
In decency and order He bade me act a manly part, Though I had never a farthing For without an honest manly heart, No man was worth regarding
Then out into the world My course I did determine Tho' to be rich was not my wish,
Yet to be great was charming My talents they were not the worst, Nor yet my education Resolved was I, at least to try, To mend my situation
In many a way, and vain essay, I courted fortune's favour Some cause unseen still stept between, To frustrate each endeavour Sometimes by foes I was overpowered, Sometimes by friends forsaken And when my hope was at the top, I still was worst mistaken.
Then sore harass'd, and tired at last,
With fortune's vain
Then sore harass'd, and tired at last,
With fortune's vain
No help, nor hope, nor view had I, Nor person to befriend me
So I must toil, and sweat and broil, And labour to sustain me
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, My father bred me early For one, he said, to labour bred, Was a match for fortune fairly.
Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor,
Thro' life I'm doomed to wander Till down my weary bones I lay, In everlasting slumber No view nor care, but shun whatever Might breed me pain or sorrow I live today as well as I may, Regardless of tomorrow
But cheerful still, I am as well,
As a monarch in a palace
Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down,
With all her wonted malice
I make indeed my daily bread,
But never can make it farther
But, as daily bread is all I need,
I do not much regard her
When sometimes by my labour
I earn a little money
Some unforeseen misfortune
Comes generally upon me
Mischance, mistake, or by neglect,
Or my goodnatured folly
But come what will, I've sworn it still,
I'll never be melancholy
All you who follow wealth and power,
With unremitting ardour
The more in this you look for bliss,
You leave your view the farther
Had you the wealth Potosi boasts,
Or nations to adorn you
A cheerful honest-hearted clown
I will prefer before you.
Although Burns lived a short life, dying at the age of
Although Burns lived a short life, dying at the age of
Dumfries, St Michael's Church, Burial Place of Robert Burns
Robert Burns died in this house in Dumfries in 1796
Robert Burns Mausoleum at St Michaels churchyard in Dumfries.
Today, throughout Scotland there are landmarks, museums and visitor centres all
Today, throughout Scotland there are landmarks, museums and visitor centres all
Burns Monument, Kay Park Kilmarnock
The Burns Monument in Alloway
The National Burns Memorial at Mauchline
Statue of Burns in Dumfries town center.
BURNS NIGHTS
After his death on 21 July 1796, Burns enthusiasts around
BURNS NIGHTS
After his death on 21 July 1796, Burns enthusiasts around
Burns Supper
The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life: a
Burns Supper
The Burns Supper is an institution of Scottish life: a