Auld Lang Syne (by: Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)) Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne. continue reading
John Anderson, My Jo (by: Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)) John Anderson, my Jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven... continue reading
My Love, She's but A Lassie Yet (by: Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)) My love, she's but a lassie yet, My love, she's but a lassie yet! We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be half sae saucy yet! continue reading
Red, Red Rose, A (by: Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)) 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! continue reading
