"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

"My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

How fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas gang dry.

Till all the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love.
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile."
— Robert Burns

"Best laid plans o' mice an' men gang aft agley."
— Robert Burns

"But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lou'd sae kindly,
Had we never lou'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted -
We had ne'er been broken hearted"
— Robert Burns (Robert Burns: Selected Poems and Songs)

"But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever."
— Robert Burns

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne."
— Robert Burns

"Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks
To murder men and gie God thanks
Desist for shame, proceed no further
God won't accept your thanks for murder."
— Robert Burns

"Hope Springs Exulting on Triumphant Wing."
— Robert Burns

"Gin a body meet a body
Coming thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body cry?"
— Robert Burns

"Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie! "
— Robert Burns

"Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gi'es to me."
— Robert Burns

"Some books are lies frae end to end,

And some great lies were never penn'd."
— Robert Burns

"Let them cant about decorum, who have characters to lose! "
— Robert Burns

"''Before the morn ye'll work mischief:''
''Indeed will I,'' quo' Findlay.

-Ти май си нещо наумил.
-Май нещо - каза Финдли."
— Robert Burns

"to see ourselves as others see us"
— Robert Burns

"Then gently scan your brother
man,
still gentler sister woman, though they may gang
a kennin wrang, to step aside is human"
— Robert Burns

"Had we never loved so kindly
Had we never loved so blindly
Never met- or never parted
We had never been broken hearted"
— Robert Burns

"And man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!"
"
— 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 stock dove whose echo
resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds
in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing
thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not
my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton,
thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses
of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander
as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's
sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks
and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands,
the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild evening
weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades
my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton,
how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where
my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters
her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets,
she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton,
amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river,
the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep
by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
disturb not her dreams."
— Robert Burns

"The great Creator to revere
Must sure become the creature;
But still the preaching cant forbear,
And ev'n the rigid feature:
Yet ne'er with wits profane to range
Be complaisance extended;An atheist laugh's a poor exchange
For deity offended."
— Robert Burns

"The best laid schemes of mice and men oft' go astray."
— Robert Burns

"Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?"
— Robert Burns (The Poetical Works of Robert Burns)

"My Heart's In The Highlands



Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

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

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, &c."
— Robert Burns