Poetry and Sayings of Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns

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 bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a'the seas gang dry.
Robert Burns

Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Robert Burns
Afton Water.

Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it,
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
Robert Burns
This Scottish dinner toast known as The Selkirk Grace is attributed to Burns. But the words were said to be in use long before his time.

It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause
And bide by the buff and the blue.
Robert Burns
Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Robert Burns
Tam o' Shanter.

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white-then melts forever.
Robert Burns
Tam o' Shanter.

Nae man can tether time or tide.
Robert Burns
Tam o' Shanter.

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promis'd joy!
Robert Burns
To a Mouse.


Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Robert Burns
The Banks o' Doon.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns
My Heart's in the Highlands.

Green grow the rashes, O;
Green grow the rashes, O;
The sweetest hours that e'er I spend
Are spent among the lasses, O.
Robert Burns
Green Grow the Rashes, O.

Beauty's of a fading nature
Has a season and is gone!
Robert Burns
Will Ye Go and Marry Katie?

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn.
Robert Burns
Man was made to Mourn.

Scots, wha hae wi'; Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to Victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour!
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie!
Robert Burns
Scots, What Hae.

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do - or die!
Robert Burns
Scots, What Hae.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs.
Robert Burns
The Cotter's Saturday Night.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
Robert Burns
The Cotter's Saturday Night.

O, wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
Robert Burns
To a Louse.

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Robert Burns
Comin thro' the rye.

A man may drink, and no be drunk;
A man may fight, and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonie lass,
And aye be welcome back again!
Robert Burns
Duncan Davison.