Airlin's Fine Braes

O I've walked o'er yon countries baith early and late

Among Airlin's braw lasses I've had mony a lang seat.

Comin' hame in the mornins, fin I should have been at ease

Fin I wis a plooboy on Airlin's fine braes.

O the first thing I did, fin I gaed hame tae yon toon

Wis to corn my horses, and rub them weel doon.

Then aff tae the bothy and tak aff my claes,

And pull on the rovers o' Airlin's fine braes.

Noo the haill lang days I gaed at the yoke

My mind it was turnin' ow'r some mysterious joke.

Knockin' doon people's haystacks, fin I should have been at ease

Fin I wis a plooboy on Airlin's fine braes.

O it's mony's the nicht I've sat by yon fire,

Sometimes in the barn, sometimes in the byre.

Sittin' the haill nicht lang, fin I should have been at ease

Fin I wis a plooboy on Airlin's fine braes.

And when by their windows I softly did kneel

And when they did hear me, they sprung to their heel.

Comin' doon the stairs half naked, nae pittin on their claes

Sayin', here's wer braw plooboy o' Airlin's fine braes.

Now come a' ye single fellows, take a warnin from me

Keep clear o' those women faure'er they may be,

For they will entice you by puttin' on braw claes

And send you a rover in Airlin's fine braes.

Robert Burns

Robert Burns (born January 25, 1759, Alloway, Ayrshire, Scotland—died July 21, 1796, Dumfries, Dumfriesshire) national poet of Scotland, who wrote lyrics and songs in Scots and in English. Burns wrote in a variety of forms: epistles to friends, ballads, and songs. His best-known poem is the mock-heroic Tam o’ Shanter. He is also well known for the over three hundred songs he wrote which celebrate love, friendship, work, and drink with often hilarious and tender sympathy. He was also famous for his amours and his rebellion against orthodox religion and morality. Robert Burns died from heart disease at the age of thirty-seven. On the day of his death, Jean Armour gave birth to his last son, Maxwell.

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