THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
THE BALLAD OF RABBIE BURNS - damowords
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His father toiled thro snow & sun<br />
Crafting an elegant garden<br />
Grafting for friendly gentlemen **<br />
Of small estate<br />
Whose first born, Rab, tho poor manʹs son<br />
Was rich in fate<br />
This lad soon proved a wiseling wean<br />
Whose dad had movʹd from Aberdeen<br />
To marry him a harvest queen<br />
From fair old Ayr<br />
Who soon sired six more siblings lean<br />
Rabʹs bed to share<br />
They settlʹd by the gentle Doon<br />
With kettle‐happy Granmaʹ Broun<br />
Who whistlʹd muckle lip‐suckʹd tune<br />
While cooking neeps<br />
Or mutterʹd tayles neath brightʹning moon<br />
To frighten sleeps<br />
She spoke of elfcandles, spunkies<br />
Of witches, warlocks, wraiths, kelpies,<br />
Of dragons, giants & brownies<br />
From realms faerie<br />
Such wyrd & wondrous trumperies<br />
Fuellʹd Rabʹs fancy<br />
His mind was as the green, young corn<br />
That grows before the golden dawn<br />
But as Burns was a poet born<br />
Of no mean clout<br />
Like Venus in the puff of morn<br />
His stalk stood out
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