Morning Open Thread: For All That - Songs for Burns Night

This author, who is on Pacific Coast Time, may sometimes show up later than when the post is published. That is a feature, not a bug. Other than that, site rulz rule.

So grab your cuppa, and join in!

____________________________

_.

Robert “Rabbie” Burns was  born January 25, 1759, Scottish poet and lyricist; the Bard of Scotland, whose birthday has been celebrated on the 25 of January throughout Scotland and by poetry lovers around the world with Burns Night suppers and recitations since 1802.

Many of his poems were set to music – here are a few of his better known poems-turned-to-lyrics.

____________________________

_.

(music by Jonathan E. Spilman)

_.

This first poem has mostly been translated from Scots English into English English:

_.

Afton Water (Flow Gently Sweet Afton)

_.

by Robert Burns

_.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among 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 whistling 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 neighbouring 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 Ev'ning sweeps 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 flowrets she stems thy clear wave.

_.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among 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 dream.

_.

____________________________

_.

_{^{Sorry for the instrumental — this was the only recording I could find with good sound that stuck to the tradtional tune!}}

This poem is a bit half-and-half – some Scots mixed in with English English

_.

A Red, Red Rose

_.

by Robert Burns

_.

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
  That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
  That’s sweetly played in tune.
_.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
  So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
  Till a’ the seas gang dry.
_.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
  And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
  While the sands o’ life shall run.
_.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
  And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
  Though it were ten thousand mile.
_.

____________________________

_.

_.

This is much more Scots English than English English.

_.

A Man's a Man for a' That

.

by Robert Burns

_.

Is there for honest Poverty
That hings his head, an’ a’ that;
The coward-slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that.
Our toils obscure an’ a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.

_.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an’ a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man’s a Man for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show, an’ a’ that;
The honest man, tho’ e’er sae poor,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

_.

Ye see yon birkie ca’d a lord,
Wha struts, an’ stares, an’ a’ that,
Tho’ hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
His ribband, star, an’ a’ that,
The man o’ independent mind,
He looks an’ laughs at a’ that.

_.

A Prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an’ a’ that!
But an honest man’s aboon his might –
Guid faith, he mauna fa’ that!
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
Their dignities, an’ a’ that,
The pith o’ Sense an’ pride o’ Worth
Are higher rank than a’ that.

_.

Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will for a’ that,
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth
Shall bear the gree an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s comin yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man the warld o’er
Shall brithers be for a’ that.

_.

____________________________

_.

_.

You probably know the words to the first stanza and the chorus from singing them at midnight New Year’s Eve.

_.

Auld Lang Syne

_.

by Robert Burns

^.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
_.

    Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne.
    We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.
_.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
_.

Chorus

_.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
.

Chorus

.

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
_.

Chorus

_.

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
_.

Chorus

_.

____________________________

_.

Want more Robert Burns poems?

The Canongate Burns: the complete poems
and songs of Robert Burns  

published in 2001 by Canongate Books

____________________________

G’Morning/Afternoon/Evening MOTlies!

____________________________