Tag Archives: Robert Burns

To An Egg

(My friend and fellow Robert Burns admirer, Argyle Schield, continues to search for undiscovered  collections of Burns’ work.  Not long ago he discovered, in a dust covered chest in some attic or cellar in Scotland, a set of what he … Continue reading

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Ae Fond Kiss

Robert Burns Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope … Continue reading

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Afton Water

Robert Burns Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stockdove whose echo resounds … Continue reading

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Robert Burns Days are Here Again

Just when you were missing the holiday season, here is a great excuse for a party.  If you’re looking for a reason to invite people over for good food and good fun, you’ll find one in these weeks around January 25, the … Continue reading

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My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing

Robert Burns Chorus.-She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a lo’esome wee thing, This dear wee wife o’ mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo’ed a dearer, And neist my heart … Continue reading

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Red, Red, Rose

Robert Burns O, My Luve’s Like A Red, Red Rose 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 … Continue reading

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The Rider Chronicles 3 – A Song for Rider

(Click to play the soundtrack for this post):  O, My Luve’s Like A Red, Red Rose I held my newborn grandson, looked at his peaceful, sweet face and wanted to sing, but what song?  I remember singing little made-up nonsense tunes … Continue reading

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