On January 25, Scots all over the world remember Scotland’s sweetest bard Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) and, ever January 25 I’ve written about Burns. This year I’ve decided to post this video which accurately describe how folks feel about Robert (Robin, Rabbie, Robbie).
Please enjoy this rendition of The Star o’ Rabbie Burns, the lyrics are written blow:
The Star o’ Rabbie Burns
by James Thomson (words) James Booth (Music)
There is a star whose beaming ray
Is shed on every clime.
It shines by night, it shines by day,
And ne’er grows dim wi’ time.
It rose upon the banks o’ Ayr,
It shone on Doon’s clear stream.
A hundred years are gane and mair,
Yet brighter grows its beam.
Let kings and courtiers rise and fa’
This world has mony turns,
But brightly beams abune them aw’
The Star o’ Rabbie Burns.
Though he was but a ploughman lad
And wore the hodden grey,
Auld Scotland’s sweetest bard was bred
Aneath a roof o’ strae.
To sweep the strings o’ Scotia’s lyre,
It needs nae classic lore;
It’s mither wit an’ native fire
That warms the bosom’s core.
On fame’s emblazon’d page enshrin’d
His name is foremost now,
And many a costly wreath’s been twin’d
To grace his honest brow.
And Scotland’s heart expands wi’ joy
Whene’er the day returns
That gave the world its peasant boy
Immortal Rabbie Burns.
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