Epigram - The Raptures Of Folly
Epigram - Kirk and State Excisemen
Extempore Reply To An Invitation
A Grace After Meat
Grace Before And After Meat
Impromptu On General Dumourier's Desertion From The French Republican Army
Song - The Last Time I Came O'er The Moor
Song - Logan Braes
Song - Blythe Hae I been On Yon Hill
Song - O Were My Love Yon Lilac Fair
Bonie Jean - A Ballad
Lines On John M'Murdo, ESQ.
Epitaph On A Lap-Dog
Epigrams Against The Earl Of Galloway
Epigram On The Laird Of Laggan
Song - Phillis The Fair
Song - Had I A Cave
Song.- By Allan Stream
Song - Whistle, And I'll Come To You, My Lad
Song - Phillis The Queen O' The Fair
Song - Come, Let Me Take Thee To My Breast
Song - Dainty Davie
Song - Robert Bruce's March To Bannockburn
Song - Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive
Song - Down The Burn, Davie
Song - Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie
Song - Where Are The Joys I have Met?
Song - Deluded Swain, The Pleasure
Song - Thine Am I, My Faithful Fair
Impromptu On Mrs. Riddell's Birthday
Song - My Spouse Nancy
Address Spoken by Miss Fontenelle
Complimentary Epigram On Maria Riddell
1794
Remorseful Apology
Song - Wilt Thou Be My Dearie?
Song - A Fiddler In The North
The Minstrel At Lincluden
A Vision
Song - A Red, Red Rose
Song - Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain
Song - The Flowery Banks Of Cree
Monody On a lady famed for her Caprice.
The Epitaph On the Same
Epigram Pinned To Mrs. Walter Riddell's Carriage
Epitaph For Mr. Walter Riddell
Epistle From Esopus To Maria
Epitaph On A Noted Coxcomb
Epitaph On Capt. Lascelles
Epitaph On Wm. Graham, Esq., Of Mossknowe
Epitaph On John Bushby, Esq., Tinwald Downs
Sonnet On The Death Of Robert Riddell
Song - The Lovely Lass O' Inverness
Song - Charlie, He's My Darling
Song - Bannocks O' Bear Meal
Song - The Highland Balou
The Highland Widow's Lament
Song - It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King
Ode For General Washington's Birthday
Inscription To Miss Graham Of Fintry
Song - On The Seas And Far Away
Song - Ca' The Yowes To The Knowes
Song - She Says She Loes Me Best Of A'
Epigram - On Miss Jessy Staig's recovery.
To The Beautiful Miss Eliza J-N On her Principles of Liberty and Equality.
On Chloris Requesting me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.
On Seeing Mrs. Kemble In Yarico
Epigram On A Country Laird (Cardoness)
Epigram on the Same Laird's Country Seat
Epigram on Dr. Babinton's Looks
Epigram On A Suicide
Epigram On A Swearing Coxcomb
Epigram On An Innkeeper Nicknamed (The Marquis)
Epigram On Andrew Turner
Song - Pretty Peg
Esteem For Chloris
Song - Saw Ye My Dear, My Philly
Song - How Lang And Dreary Is The Night
Song - Inconstancy In Love
The Lover's Morning Salute To His Mistress
Song - The Winter Of Life
Song - Behold, My Love, How Green The Groves
Song - The Charming Month Of May
Song - Lassie Wi' The Lint-White Locks
Dialogue song-Philly And Willy
Song - Contented Wi' Little And Cantie Wi' Mair
Song - Farewell Thou Stream
Song - Canst Thou Leave Me Thus, My Katie
Song - My Nanie's Awa
Song - The Tear-Drop - Wae is my heart
Song - For The Sake O' Somebody
1795
Song - A Man's A Man For A' That
The Solemn League And Covenant
Lines to John Syme with a Dozen of Porter.
Inscription On Mr. Syme's Crystal Goblet
Apology To Mr. Syme For Not Dining with him
Epitaph For Mr. Gabriel Richardson
Epigram On Mr. James Gracie
Song - Bonie Peg-a-Ramsay
Inscription At Friars' Carse Hermitage
Song - Fragment - There Was A Bonie Lass
Song - Fragment - Wee Willie Gray
Song - O Aye My Wife She Dang Me
Song - Gude Ale Keeps The Heart Aboon
Song - O Steer Her Up An' Haud Her Gaun
Song - The Lass O' Ecclefechan
Song - O Let Me In Thes Ae Night
Song - I'll Aye Ca' In By Yon Town
Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election- Ballad First
Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election- Ballad Second
Ballads on Mr. Heron's Election- Ballad Third
Inscription For An Altar Of Independence
Song - The Cardin O't, The Spinnin O't
Song - The Cooper O' Cuddy
Song - The Lass That Made The Bed To Me
Song - Had I The Wyte? She Bade Me
Song - Does Haughty Gaul Invasion Threat?
Song - Address To The Woodlark
Song.- On Chloris Being Ill
Song - How Cruel Are The Parents
Song - Yonder Pomp Of Costly Fashion
Song - 'Twas Na Her Bonie Blue E'e
Song - Their Groves O'Sweet Myrtle
Song - Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near
Song - Fragment,-Why, Why Tell The Lover
Song - The Braw Wooer
Song - This Is No My Ain Lassie
Song - O Bonie Was Yon Rosy Brier
Song - Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham
Song - O That's The Lassie O' My Heart
Inscription to Chloris
Song - Fragment.-The Wren's Nest
Song - News, Lassies, News
Song - Crowdie Ever Mair
Song - Mally's Meek, Mally's Sweet
Song - Jockey's Taen The Parting Kiss
Verses To Collector Mitchell
1796
The Dean Of Faculty
Epistle To Colonel De Peyster
Song - A Lass Wi' A Tocher
Song - The Trogger.
Complimentary Versicles To Jessie Lewars
1. The Toast
2. The Menagerie
3. Jessie's illness
4. On Her Recovery
Song - O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
Song - A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Song - O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
Inscription To Miss Jessy Lewars
Song - Fairest Maid On Devon Banks
Glossary
Etext of Poems And Songs Of Robert Burns
by Robert Burns
Preface
Robert Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759. He was
the son of William Burnes, or Burness, at the time of the poet's birth a
extremely poor, attempted to give his children a fair education, and Robert,
who was the eldest, went to school for three years in a neighboring village,
and later, for shorter periods, to three other schools in the vicinity. But it
was to his father and to his own reading that he owed the more important part
of his education; and by the time that he had reached manhood he had a good
knowledge of English, a reading knowledge of French, and a fairly wide
&
nbsp; acquaintance with the masterpieces of English literature from the time of
Shakespeare to his own day. In 1766 William Burness rented on borrowed money
the farm of Mount Oliphant, and in taking his share in the effort to make
this undertaking succeed, the future poet seems to have seriously overstrained
his physique. In 1771 the family move to Lochlea, and Burns went to the
neighboring town of Irvine to learn flax-dressing. The only result of this
experiment, however, was the formation of an acquaintance with a dissipated
sailor, whom he afterward blamed as the prompter of his first licentious
adventures. His father died in 1784, and with his brother Gilbert the poet
rented the farm of Mossgiel; but this venture was as unsuccessful as the
others. He had meantime formed an irregular intimacy with Jean Armour, for
which he was censured by the Kirk-session. As a result of his farming
misfortunes, and the attempts of his father-in-law to overthrow his irregular
marriage with Jean, he resolved to emigrate; and in order to raise money for
the passage he published (Kilmarnock, 1786) a volume of the poems which he
had been composing from time to time for some years. This volume was
unexpectedly successful, so that, instead of sailing for the West Indies, he
went up to Edinburgh, and during that winter he was the chief literary
celebrity of the season. An enlarged edition of his poems was published there
in 1787, and the money derived from this enabled him to aid his brother in
Mossgiel, and to take and stock for himself the farm of Ellisland in
Dumfriesshire. His fame as poet had reconciled the Armours to the connection,
and having now regularly married Jean, he brought her to Ellisland, and once
more tried farming for three years. Continued ill-success, however, led him,
in 1791, to abandon Ellisland, and he moved to Dumfries, where he had obtained
a position in the Excise. But he was now thoroughly discouraged; his work was
mere drudgery; his tendency to take his relaxation in debauchery increased the
weakness of a constitution early undermined; and he died at Dumfries in his
thirty-eighth year.
[See Burns' Birthplace: The living room in the Burns birthplace cottage.]
It is not necessary here to attempt to disentangle or explain away the
numerous amours in which he was engaged through the greater part of his life.
It is evident that Burns was a man of extremely passionate nature and fond of
conviviality; and the misfortunes of his lot combined with his natural
tendencies to drive him to frequent excesses of self-indulgence. He was often
remorseful, and he strove painfully, if intermittently, after better things.
But the story of his life must be admitted to be in its externals a painful
and somewhat sordid chronicle. That it contained, however, many moments of joy
and exaltation is proved by the poems here printed.
Burns' poetry falls into two main groups: English and Scottish. His
English poems are, for the most part, inferior specimens of conventional
eighteenth-century verse. But in Scottish poetry he achieved triumphs of a
quite extraordinary kind. Since the time of the Reformation and the union of
the crowns of England and Scotland, the Scots dialect had largely fallen into
disuse as a medium for dignified writing. Shortly before Burns' time,
however, Allan Ramsay and Robert Fergusson had been the leading figures in a
revival of the vernacular, and Burns received from them a national tradition
which he succeeded in carrying to its highest pitch, becoming thereby, to an
almost unique degree, the poet of his people.
He first showed complete mastery of verse in the field of satire. In
"The Twa Herds," "Holy Willie's Prayer," "Address to the Unco Guid," "The
Holy Fair," and others, he manifested sympathy with the protest of the
so-called "New Light" party, which had sprung up in opposition to the extreme
Calvinism and intolerance of the dominant "Auld Lichts." The fact that Burns
had personally suffered from the discipline of the Kirk probably added fire
to his attacks, but the satires show more than personal animus. The force of
the invective, the keenness of the wit, and the fervor of the imagination
which they displayed, rendered them an important force in the theological
liberation of Scotland.
The Kilmarnock volume contained, besides satire, a number of poems like
"The Twa Dogs" and "The Cotter's Saturday Night," which are vividly
descriptive of the Scots peasant life with which he was most familiar; and
a group like "Puir Mailie" and "To a Mouse," which, in the tenderness of their
treatment of animals, revealed one of the most attractive sides of Burns'
personality. Many of his poems were never printed during his lifetime, the
most remarkable of these being "The Jolly Beggars," a piece in which, by the
intensity of his imaginative sympathy and the brilliance of his technique, he
renders a picture of the lowest dregs of society in such a way as to raise it
into the realm of great poetry.
But the real national importance of Burns is due chiefly to his songs.
The Puritan austerity of the centuries following the Reformation had
discouraged secular music, like other forms of art, in Scotland; and as a
and literary quality. From youth Burns had been interested in collecting the
fragments he had heard sung or found printed, and he came to regard the
rescuing of this almost lost national inheritance in the light of a vocation.
About his song-making, two points are especially noteworthy: first, that the
greater number of his lyrics sprang from actual emotional experiences; second,
that almost all were composed to old melodies. While in Edinburgh he
undertook to supply material for Johnson's "Musical Museum," and as few of the
traditional songs could appear in a respectable collection, Burns found it
necessary to make them over. Sometimes he kept a stanza or two; sometimes only
a line or chorus; sometimes merely the name of the air; the rest was his own.
His method, as he has told us himself, was to become familiar with the
traditional melody, to catch a suggestion from some fragment of the old song,
to fix upon an idea or situation for the new poem; then, humming or
whistling the tune as he went about his work, he wrought out the new verses,
going into the house to write them down when the inspiration began to flag.
In this process is to be found the explanation of much of the peculiar
quality of the songs of Burns. Scarcely any known author has succeeded so
brilliantly in combining his work with folk material, or in carrying on with
such continuity of spirit the tradition of popular song. For George Thomson's
collection of Scottish airs he performed a function similar to that which he
had had in the "Museum"; and his poetical activity during the last eight or
nine years of his life was chiefly devoted to these two publications. In spite
of the fact that he was constantly in severe financial straits, he refused to
accept any recompense for this work, preferring to regard it as a patriotic
service. And it was, indeed, a patriotic service of no small
magnitude. By
birth and temperament he was singularly fitted for the task, and this fitness
is proved by the unique extent to which his productions were accepted by his
countrymen, and have passed into the life and feeling of his race.
Song - Handsome Nell^1
Tune - "I am a man unmarried."
[Footnote 1: The first of my performances. - R. B.]
Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my handsome Nell.
As bonie lasses I hae seen,
And mony full as braw;
But, for a modest gracefu' mein,
The like I never saw.
A bonie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e;
But, without some better qualities,
She's no a lass for me.
But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet,
And what is best of a',
Her reputation is complete,
And fair without a flaw.
She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel;
And then there's something in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.
A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.
'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.
Song - O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day
Tune - "Invercauld's Reel, or Strathspey."
Choir. - O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadna been sae shy;
For laik o' gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.
Yestreen I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;
Ye geck at me because I'm poor,
But fient a hair care I.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
When coming hame on Sunday last,
Upon the road as I cam past,
Ye snufft and ga'e your head a cast-
But trowth I care't na by.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
Because ye hae the name o' clink,