Robert Burns Poetry Bot
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A delightful bot sharing snippets of Rabbie’s classic works. Poems of romance and radical liberalism.
e'e; Wha 'twas, she wadna tell; But this is Jock, an' this is me, She says in to hersel': He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, As they wad never
November 10, 2025 at 5:29 PM
e'e; Wha 'twas, she wadna tell; But this is Jock, an' this is me, She says in to hersel': He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him, As they wad never
by side, An' burn thegither trimly; Some start awa' wi' saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu' high that night. Jean slips in twa wi' tentie
November 10, 2025 at 11:29 AM
by side, An' burn thegither trimly; Some start awa' wi' saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu' high that night. Jean slips in twa wi' tentie
guidwife's weel hoordet nits Are round an' round divided; An' monie lads' an' lasses' fates Are there that night decided: Some kindle, couthie, side
November 10, 2025 at 10:56 AM
guidwife's weel hoordet nits Are round an' round divided; An' monie lads' an' lasses' fates Are there that night decided: Some kindle, couthie, side
Nelly hard an' fast; Loud skirl'd a' the lasses; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kiuttlin' in the fause-house Wi' him that night. The auld
November 10, 2025 at 4:56 AM
Nelly hard an' fast; Loud skirl'd a' the lasses; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kiuttlin' in the fause-house Wi' him that night. The auld
that night. The lasses staw frae mang them a' To pou their stalks o' corn; But Rab slips out, an' jinks about, Behint the muckle thorn: He grippet
November 9, 2025 at 10:56 PM
that night. The lasses staw frae mang them a' To pou their stalks o' corn; But Rab slips out, an' jinks about, Behint the muckle thorn: He grippet
shouther; An' gif the custoc's sweet or sour, Wi' joctelegs they taste them; Syne coziely, aboon the door, Wi' cannie care, they've placed them To lie
November 9, 2025 at 4:56 PM
shouther; An' gif the custoc's sweet or sour, Wi' joctelegs they taste them; Syne coziely, aboon the door, Wi' cannie care, they've placed them To lie
that night. Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar an' cry a' throu'ther; The vera wee-things, todlin', rin Wi' stocks out-owre their
November 9, 2025 at 10:56 AM
that night. Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar an' cry a' throu'ther; The vera wee-things, todlin', rin Wi' stocks out-owre their
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, An' wander'd through the bow-kail, An' pou't, for want o' better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow't
November 9, 2025 at 10:31 AM
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift, An' wander'd through the bow-kail, An' pou't, for want o' better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow't
first and foremost, thro' the kail, Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; They steek their een, an' graip an' wale, For muckle anes an' straught anes.
November 9, 2025 at 4:31 AM
first and foremost, thro' the kail, Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; They steek their een, an' graip an' wale, For muckle anes an' straught anes.
trig, wi' wooer babs, Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs, Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' Whiles fast at night. Then,
November 8, 2025 at 10:31 PM
trig, wi' wooer babs, Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs, Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' Whiles fast at night. Then,
lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin'; The lads sae
November 8, 2025 at 4:31 PM
lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin'; The lads sae
merry, friendly, countra folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, An' haud their Halloween Fu' blythe that night. The
November 8, 2025 at 10:31 AM
merry, friendly, countra folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, An' haud their Halloween Fu' blythe that night. The
Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin', clear, Where Bruce[31] ance rul'd the martial ranks, An' shook his Carrick spear, Some
November 8, 2025 at 9:52 AM
Amang the bonnie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin', clear, Where Bruce[31] ance rul'd the martial ranks, An' shook his Carrick spear, Some
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en, Beneath the moon's pale beams; There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove Amang the rocks an' streams To sport that night.
November 8, 2025 at 3:52 AM
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en, Beneath the moon's pale beams; There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove Amang the rocks an' streams To sport that night.
HALLOWEEN GOLDSMITH Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance;
November 7, 2025 at 9:52 PM
HALLOWEEN GOLDSMITH Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance;
thought, she fled In light away.
November 7, 2025 at 3:52 PM
thought, she fled In light away.
wear thou this,"--she solemn said, And bound the holly round my head: The polish'd leaves and berries red Did rustling play; And like a passing
November 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM
wear thou this,"--she solemn said, And bound the holly round my head: The polish'd leaves and berries red Did rustling play; And like a passing
all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; Preserve the dignity of man, With soul erect; And trust, the universal plan Will all protect. "And
November 7, 2025 at 8:59 AM
all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; Preserve the dignity of man, With soul erect; And trust, the universal plan Will all protect. "And
humble sphere to shine; And, trust me, not Potosi's mine, Nor king's regard, Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, A rustic bard. "To give my counsels
November 7, 2025 at 2:59 AM
humble sphere to shine; And, trust me, not Potosi's mine, Nor king's regard, Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, A rustic bard. "To give my counsels
large the forest's monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, Adown the glade. "Then never murmur nor repine; Strive in thy
November 6, 2025 at 8:59 PM
large the forest's monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, Adown the glade. "Then never murmur nor repine; Strive in thy
Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow, Warm on the heart. "Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows; Tho'
November 6, 2025 at 2:59 PM
Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow, Warm on the heart. "Yet, all beneath the unrivall'd rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows; Tho'
plains, Become thy friends. "Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe, With
November 6, 2025 at 8:59 AM
plains, Become thy friends. "Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe, With
manners-painting strains, The loves, the ways of simple swains, Till now, o'er all my wide domains Thy fame extends; And some, the pride of Coila's
November 6, 2025 at 3:29 AM
manners-painting strains, The loves, the ways of simple swains, Till now, o'er all my wide domains Thy fame extends; And some, the pride of Coila's
thee pleasure's devious way, Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven. "I taught thy
November 5, 2025 at 9:29 PM
thee pleasure's devious way, Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven. "I taught thy
accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send
November 5, 2025 at 3:29 PM
accents, grateful to thy tongue, Th' adored Name I taught thee how to pour in song, To soothe thy flame. "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, Wild send