Poems and Songs by Robert Burns
Edited by James Barke
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Dover edition, 1991, available for $3.00 from Amazon (96 pp) |
or any collection or works by Scotland's national poet
Burns' birthday is a great time to recognize the author not only of "Auld Lang Syne" but of hundreds of poems and songs written during a short lifetime.
Here's a favorite, written in the Scots vernacular.
To a Louse (on seeing one on a lady's bonnet at church)
Verse 1
Ha! where ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly,
I canna say but ye strunt rarely
Owre gauze and lace,
Tho' faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Verse 8
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
I love Burns's "versified" psalms:
The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
I
O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
Of all the human race!
Whose strong right hand has ever been
Their stay and dwelling place!
2
Before the mountains heaved their heads
Beneath Thy forming hand,
Before this ponderous globe itself
Arose at Thy command;
3
That Power, which raised and still upholds
This universal frame,
From countless, unbeginning time
Was ever still the same.
4
Those mighty periods of years,
Which seem to us so vast,
Appear no more before Thy sight
Than yesterday that's past.
5
Thou give'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to existence brought;
Again Thou say'st: 'Ye sons of men,
Return ye into nought!'
6
Thou layest them, with all their cares,
In everlasting sleep;
As with a flood Thou take'st them off
With overwhelming sweep.
7
They flourish like the morning flower
In beauty's pride array'd,
But long ere night, cut down, it lies
All wither'd and decay'd.