Robert Burns

Scots wha hae

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes

I’m o’er young to marry yet

Comin’ thro’ the rye

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon

Talk not of love

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine

To a Blackbird

Wee Willie Gray

A rosebud by my early walk

On Cessnock Banks

I dreamed I lay where flowers were springing

The Kindling Fire

The Lovely Lass o’ Inverness

Robert Bruce’s Address to His Troops at Bannockburn

My Bonie Mary

Handsome Nell

Auld Lang Syne

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve’s like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry: Till a’ the seas …

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Lines Written Under the Portrait of Robert Fergusson, the Poet

Curse on ungrateful man, that can be pleas’d, And yet can starve the author of the pleasure! O thou my elder brother in misfortune, By far my elder brother in the muse, With tears I pity thy unhappy fate! Why is the bard unpitied by the world, Yet has so keen a relish of its …

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