Poem by Robert Burns

Reply to a Note from Capt. Riddell

Dear Sir, at ony time or tide,
I’d rather sit with you than ride,
  	Tho’ ’twere wi’ royal Geordie;
And troth! your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel look blate;
  	The Lord in Heaven reward ye!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

Print

2814 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version