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Robert (Robbie) Burns [1759-1796]

A life that spanned less than 40 years but this man has left an indelible mark on the world of Poetry, not just in Scotland, the land of his birth but around the world.

Statues and Memorials have been erected in homage to this man around the world and in Scotland this week there will be, once again, a birthday celebration for a man who lived and died over 200 years ago.

At Oldpoetry we invite you to our own celebration of Robbie Burns 249th birthday - please enjoy our offering of his poetry, some not so well known, some with English translation, but no one can deny the durability of this man and his work.

http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Robert_Burns Is where you will find our Birthday Boy - 119 poems of him to-date to enjoy - we hope you take this opportunity to do just that.


A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:


Address To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o' the puddin-race!


Ae Fond Kiss
A fond kiss, and then we sever;
A farewell, and then forever!


Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?


Go Fetch To Me A Pint
Go fetch to me a pint o wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;


Love In The Guise Of Friendship
Talk not of love, it gives me pain,
For love has been my foe;


To A Kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,