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Robert Burns on Anniversary

1759–1796 Scotland

← All quotes by Robert Burns

19 quotes

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Tam o' Shanter (1790)

There's some are fou o' love divine;
There's some are fou o' brandy.

What is life, when wanting love?
Night without a morning;
Love's the cloudless summer sun,
Nature gay adorning.

To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever;
For nature made her what she is,
And never made anither!

She is a winsome wee thing,
She is a handsome wee thing,
She is a lo'esome wee thing,
This sweet wee wife o' mine.

The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.

Tam o' Shanter (1790)

To make a happy fireside clime
To weans and wife,—
That is the true pathos and sublime
Of human life.

The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
An' could na preach for thinkin' o't.

My Love She's but a Lassie yet (1790)

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he can
Will whyles do mair.

Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit, or I'd break her heart.

The Henpecked Husband (1788)

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.

John Anderson my Jo (1790)

The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O.

Partly wi' love o'ercome sae sair,
And partly she was drunk.

Posthumous Pieces (1799)

For a' that, and a' that
An' twice as muckle 's a' that,
I've lost but ane, I've twa behin',
I've wife eneugh for a' that.

Posthumous Pieces (1799)

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

The golden Hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my Dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Oh my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June;
Oh my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

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.

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!

Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787)

Attribution

Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Robert Burns (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.