Poetry Catalog

Altho’ he has left me for greed o’ the siller,I dinna envy him the gains he can win;I rather wad bear a’ the lade o’ my sorrow,Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. … [Read more...] about Altho’ He Has Left Me, By: Robert Burns

O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?She’s down in the yard, she’s kissin the laird,She winna come hame to her ain Jock Rab. O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;O come thy ways to me, my Eppie Macnab;Whate’er thou hast dune, be it late, be it sune,Thou’s welcome again to thy ain Jock Rab. What says she, my dearie, my Eppie Macnab?What … [Read more...] about My Eppie Macnab, By: Robert Burns

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver! Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu’ sprush,We’ll over the border, and gie them a brush;There’s somebody there we’ll teach better behaviour,Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver! … [Read more...] about Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver, By: Robert Burns

Yon wandering rill that marks the hill,And glances o’er the brae, Sir,Slides by a bower, where mony a flowerSheds fragrance on the day, Sir;There Damon lay, with Sylvia gay,To love they thought no crime, Sir,The wild birds sang, the echoes rang,While Damon’s heart beat time, Sir. … [Read more...] about Fragment: Damon and Sylvia, By: Robert Burns

Chorus.—O lovely Polly Stewart,O charming Polly Stewart,There’s ne’er a flower that blooms in May,That’s half so fair as thou art! The flower it blaws, it fades, it fa’s,And art can ne’er renew it;But worth and truth, eternal youthWill gie to Polly Stewart,O lovely Polly Stewart, &c. May he whase arms shall fauld thy charmsPossess a leal and true heart!To him be given … [Read more...] about Lovely Polly Stewart, By: Robert Burns