Robert Burns's Poetry, by popularity

• M'Pherson's Rant

  Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,
  The wretch's destinie!

  33 lines
• The Slave’s Lament

  It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthrall
    For the lands of Virginia-ginia O;

  17 lines
• My Last Farewell To Stirling

  Nae lark in transport mounts the sky
  Or leaves wi' early plaintive cry,

  36 lines
• Sweet Tibbie Dunbar

  O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
  O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

  9 lines
• Of A' the Airts

  Of a' the airts the wind can blaw,
  I dearly like the west,

  16 lines
• To Mary In Heaven

  Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,
  That lov'st to greet the early morn,

  35 lines
• Song—The Winter it is Past

  The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last 
    And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree; 

  11 lines
• The Tarbolton Lasses

  If ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
  Ye'll there see bonie Peggy;

  24 lines
• The Birks Of Aberfeldy

  Now simmer blinks on flow'ry braes,
  And o'er the crystal streamlet plays,

  28 lines
• The Gloomy Night Is Gath'ring Fast

  The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
  Loud roars the wild inconstant blast;

  32 lines
• Ye Banks And Braes O'Bonnie Doon

  Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
  How can ye blume sae fair ?

  24 lines, 1 comment
• Up In The Morning Early

  Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
  The drift is driving sairly;

  19 lines
• John Anderson, My Jo

  John Anderson, my jo John,
  When we were first acquent

  17 lines
• Tam Glen

  My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
  Some counsel unto me come len';

  32 lines
• Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish

  O Thou Great Being! what Thou art,
  Surpasses me to know;

  16 lines
• Lament For Culloden

  The lovely lass o' Inverness,
  Nae joy nor pleasure can she see;

  16 lines
• Wha Is That At My Bower-Door

  "Wha is that at my bower-door?"
  "O wha is it but Findlay!"

  24 lines
• Green Grow The Rashes

  Green grow the rashes, O!
  Green grow the rashes, O!

  24 lines
• To Miss Jessie Lewars

  To Miss Jessie Lewars
  The sun lies clasped in amber cloud

  65 lines, 2 comments
• To The Wood-Lark

  O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
  Nor quit for me the trembling spray,

  16 lines
• The Ronalds Of The Bennals

  In Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men,
  And proper young lasses and a', man;

  60 lines
• Wee Willie Gray

  Wee Willie Gray, and his leather wallet,
  Peel a willow wand to be him boots and jacket;

  8 lines
• Last May A Braw Wooer

  Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
          And sair wi' his love he did deave me;

  40 lines
• Verses To Clarinda

  Fair Empress of the poet's soul,
  And Queen of poetesses;

  14 lines
• The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified

  O Thou, the first, the greatest friend
  Of all the human race!

  33 lines
• The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie

  A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!
  Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:

  125 lines, 2 comments
• My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet

  My love, she's but a lassie yet,
  My love, she's but a lassie yet!

  19 lines, 1 comment
• Montgomerie's Peggy

  Tune - "Galla Water."
  Altho' my bed were in yon muir,

  13 lines
• The Holy Fair

  Upon a simmer Sunday morn,
  When Nature's face is fair,

  235 lines
• The Ploughman's Life

  As I was a-wand'ring ae morning in spring,
  I heard a young ploughman sae sweetly to sing;

  8 lines

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