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Robert Burns was a poet and a lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland, and is celebrated worldwide.
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Robert Burns's poems
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Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Here Holy Willie's sair worn clay
Taks up its last abode;
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Rating: 0.00
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Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my muse's care;
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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OF a' the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
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Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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Expect na, sir, in this narration,
A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication,
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Rating: 0.00
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The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;
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Rating: 2.50
Votes: 4 |
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GO fetch to me a pint o' wine,
An' fill it in a silver tassie,
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Rating: 4.67
Votes: 3 |
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Tune - "Galla Water."
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Now Nature hangs her mantle green
On every blooming tree,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Wee, modest, crimson-tippd flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Thou's welcome, wean; mishanter fa' me,
If thoughts o' thee, or yet thy mammie,
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Rating: 0.00
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When Januar' wind was blawing cauld,
As to the north I took my way,
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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A Tale
"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."
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Rating: 4.50
Votes: 2 |
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