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'''Robert Burns''' (1759 – 1796), popularly known as '''Robbie''' or sometimes '''Rabbie Burns''' was a [[poetry|poet]] who wrote largely [[Scots language|Scots]] and [[Scottish English|Scottish dialect]]. Born in [[Alloway]], [[Ayrshire]] January the 25th, 1759 , he died 37 years later in [[Dumfries]], [[Dumfriesshire]]. He has come to be regarded as Scotland's national poet, with his birth observed worldwide as "Robbie Burns Day". Often sentimentalized, his life was one of contradictions, his life was one of contradictions. An ardent nationalist, he worked for a time as an excise collector for the British Government; a champion of freedom, he almost emigrated to Jamaica to work as the bookkeeper on a friends estate, one built on the labour of slaves.
'''Robert Burns''' (1759 – 1796), popularly known as '''Robbie''' or sometimes '''Rabbie Burns''' was a [[poetry|poet]] who wrote largely [[Scots language|Scots]] and [[Scottish English|Scottish dialect]]. Born in [[Alloway]], [[Ayrshire]] January the 25th, 1759 , he died 37 years later in [[Dumfries]], [[Dumfriesshire]]. He has come to be regarded as Scotland's national poet, with his birth observed worldwide as "Robbie Burns Day". Often sentimentalized, his life was one of contradictions, his life was one of contradictions. An ardent nationalist, he worked for a time as an excise collector for the British Government; a champion of freedom, he almost emigrated to Jamaica to work as the bookkeeper on a friends estate, one built on the labour of slaves.
<blockquote>
:And Man, whose heav'n-erected face
:The smiles of love adorn,--
:Man's inhumanity to man
:Makes countless thousands mourn!
(From "Man Was Made To Mourn" Burns' dirge on the plight of the working man)</blockquote>
<blockquote>
:O ye, wha are sae guid yoursel,
:Sae pious and sae holy,
:Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
:Your neebours' fauts and folly,
:(From "Address to the Unco Guid,
Or the Rigidly Righteous." A caustic attack on the judgemental attitudes of the comfortably off.)</blockquote>
<blockquote>
: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 world o'er
:Shall brithers be for a' that
:
:(Last verse of "Is There For Honest Poverty." )</blockquote>
<blockquote>
:My luve is like a red, red rose,
:That's newly sprung in June.
:My luve is like the melodie,
:That's sweetly play'd in tune.
:As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
:So deep in luve am I,
:And I will luve thee still, my dear,
:Till a' the seas gang dry.
</blockquote>

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Robert Burns (1759 – 1796), popularly known as Robbie or sometimes Rabbie Burns was a poet who wrote largely Scots and Scottish dialect. Born in Alloway, Ayrshire January the 25th, 1759 , he died 37 years later in Dumfries, Dumfriesshire. He has come to be regarded as Scotland's national poet, with his birth observed worldwide as "Robbie Burns Day". Often sentimentalized, his life was one of contradictions, his life was one of contradictions. An ardent nationalist, he worked for a time as an excise collector for the British Government; a champion of freedom, he almost emigrated to Jamaica to work as the bookkeeper on a friends estate, one built on the labour of slaves.

And Man, whose heav'n-erected face
The smiles of love adorn,--
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

(From "Man Was Made To Mourn" Burns' dirge on the plight of the working man)

O ye, wha are sae guid yoursel,
Sae pious and sae holy,
Ye've nought to do but mark and tell
Your neebours' fauts and folly,
(From "Address to the Unco Guid,

Or the Rigidly Righteous." A caustic attack on the judgemental attitudes of the comfortably off.)

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 world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that
(Last verse of "Is There For Honest Poverty." )
My luve is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
My luve is like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.