Status Updates From Poems of Robert Burns

Ye jovial boys who love the joys,
The blissful joys of Lovers;
Yet dare avow with dauntless brow,
When th' bony lass discovers;
I pray draw near and lend an ear,
And welcome in a Frater,
For I've lately been on quarantine,
A proven Fornicator

Getting Keith Flint vibes from this one! (I’m a Fornicator, twisted Fornicator….yeahhh)

Slowly getting to grips with Rabbie’s writing the more I’m reading it. He’s like a Scottish Eminem in that he can rhyme anything!

My husband says my attempt to read this with a Scottish accent is near on murderin the auld Scots dialect! 🤣 I’m an English Hampshire Hog, I cannae help masel! 🤷🏻‍♀️

Raging Fortune

O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!
O, raging Fortune's withering blast
Has laid my leaf full low!

My stem was fair, my bud was green,
My blossom sweet did blow;
The dew fell fresh, the sun rose mild,
And made my branches grow.

But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my blossoms low!

I’ll have this chonky poetry book on the go for quite some time as it’s not one to sit and read from cover to cover, but to pick up on occasion when I’m in the mood. The old Scots language looks tricky!