A delightful bot sharing snippets of Rabbie’s classic works. Poems of romance and radical liberalism.https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.socialhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv736z6aw22yWhile New-Light herds, wi' laughin' spite, Say neither's liein'! An' ye wha tent the gospel fauld, There's Duncan, deep, and Peebles, shaul, But10 Sep 2026 22:14 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv736z6aw22yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv6h3bgyks2lburning dub, Or heave them in. Sic twa--O! do I live to see't, Sic famous twa should disagreet, An' names, like villain, hypocrite, Ilk ither gi'en,10 Sep 2026 16:14 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv6h3bgyks2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv5t4efxnd2zfine a mangy sheep could scrub, Or nobly fling the gospel club, And New-Light herds could nicely drub, Or pay their skin; Could shake them o'er the10 Sep 2026 10:16 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv5t4efxnd2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv5rscvrsa2bwas heard thro' muir and dale, He kend the Lord's sheep, ilka tail, O'er a' the height, And saw gin they were sick or hale, At the first sight. He10 Sep 2026 09:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv5rscvrsa2bhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv55ol6oka2lilka hole and road, Baith out and in, And weel he lik'd to shed their bluid, And sell their skin. What herd like Russell tell'd his tale, His voice10 Sep 2026 03:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv55ol6oka2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv4jkticnu2bCalvin's well, ay clear they drank,-- O sic a feast! The thummart, wil'-cat, brock, and tod, Weel kend his voice thro' a' the wood, He smelt their09 Sep 2026 21:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv4jkticnu2bhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv3vh3qm2k2gtheir guide. What flock wi' Moodie's flock could rank, Sae hale and hearty every shank, Nae poison'd sour Arminian stank, He let them taste, Frae09 Sep 2026 15:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv3vh3qm2k2ghttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv3bddzsqf2zha'e expeckit Your duty ye wad sae negleckit, Ye wha were ne'er by lairds respeckit, To wear the plaid, But by the brutes themselves eleckit, To be09 Sep 2026 09:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv3bddzsqf2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv377yoyvw2hbustle, Ye'll see how New-Light herds will whistle And think it fine: The Lord's cause ne'er got sic a twistle Sin' I ha'e min'. O, sirs! whae'er wad09 Sep 2026 09:15 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv377yoyvw2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mv2l4ay6gl2lsimmers past, O! dool to tell, Ha'e had a bitter black out-cast Atween themsel. O, Moodie, man, and wordy Russell, How could you raise so vile a09 Sep 2026 03:15 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mv2l4ay6gl2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muzwyjg2nz2zOr wha will tent the waifs and crocks, About the dykes? The twa best herds in a' the wast, That e'er ga'e gospel horn a blast, These five and twenty08 Sep 2026 21:15 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muzwyjg2nz2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muzcurosie2zTHE TWA HERDS: OR, THE HOLY TULZIE. O a' ye pious godly flocks, Weel fed on pastures orthodox, Wha now will keep you frae the fox, Or worrying tykes,08 Sep 2026 15:15 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muzcurosie2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muyoqzxlcw2zThe auld kirk-hammer strak' the bell Some wee short hour ayont the twal, Which rais'd us baith: I took the way that pleas'd mysel', And sae did Death.08 Sep 2026 09:15 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muyoqzxlcw2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muylwlefsb2zo't; I'll nail the self-conceited sot, As dead's a herrin': Niest time we meet, I'll wad a groat, He gets his fairin'!" But just as he began to tell,08 Sep 2026 08:25 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muylwlefsb2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muxxstm2o72dan' slay, An's weel paid for't; Yet stops me o' my lawfu' prey, Wi' his d--mn'd dirt: "But, hark! I'll tell you of a plot, Though dinna ye be speaking08 Sep 2026 02:25 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muxxstm2o72dhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muxdp3zjvo2isent her aff to her lang hame, To hide it there. "That's just a swatch o' Hornbook's way; Thus goes he on from day to day, Thus does he poison, kill,07 Sep 2026 20:25 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muxdp3zjvo2ihttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muwplefoxf2bhimsel. "A bonnie lass, ye kend her name, Some ill-brewn drink had hov'd her wame; She trusts hersel, to hide the shame, In Hornbook's care; _Horn_07 Sep 2026 14:25 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muwplefoxf2bhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muw3hmt27j2zhad ta'en the batts, Or some curmurring in his guts, His only son for Hornbook sets, An' pays him well. The lad, for twa guid gimmer-pets, Was laird07 Sep 2026 08:25 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muw3hmt27j2zhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muvmhkxyvu2lwere scarce weel bred, Gat tippence-worth to mend her head, When it was sair; The wife slade cannie to her bed, But ne'er spak mair "A countra laird07 Sep 2026 03:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muvmhkxyvu2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muuydtb3kl26tak my aith, That Hornbook's skill Has clad a score i' their last claith, By drap an' pill. "An honest wabster to his trade, Whase wife's twa nieves06 Sep 2026 21:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muuydtb3kl26https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muuea3jvj22ya' be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh In twa-three year. "Whare I kill'd ane a fair strae death, By loss o' blood or want of breath, This night I'm free to06 Sep 2026 15:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muuea3jvj22yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mutq4dst4b26Johnie!" The creature grain'd an eldritch laugh, And says, "Ye need na yoke the plough, Kirkyards will soon be till'd eneugh, Tak ye nae fear; They'll06 Sep 2026 09:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mutq4dst4b26https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mut3ylzel52uQuo' I, "If that thae news be true! His braw calf-ward whare gowans grew, Sae white and bonie, Nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the plew; They'll ruin06 Sep 2026 03:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mut3ylzel52uhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mushuubnsj2pmite-horn shavings, filings, scrapings, Distill'd _per se_; Sal-alkali o' midge-tail clippings, And mony mae." "Waes me for Johnny Ged's-Hole[7] now,"05 Sep 2026 21:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mushuubnsj2phttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3murtr4kgnc2gpease, He has't in plenty; Aqua-fortis, what you please, He can content ye. "Forbye some new, uncommon weapons, Urinus spiritus of capons; Or05 Sep 2026 15:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3murtr4kgnc2ghttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mur7nesfzb2yhae; Their Latin names as fast he rattles As A B C. "Calces o' fossils, earths, and trees; True sal-marinum o' the seas; The farina of beans and05 Sep 2026 09:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mur7nesfzb2yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muqljna62b2hAt once he tells't. "And then a' doctor's saws and whittles, Of a' dimensions, shapes, an' mettles, A' kinds o' boxes, mugs, an' bottles, He's sure to05 Sep 2026 03:56 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muqljna62b2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3muqkrl4aln2dAlthough their face he ne'er had kend it, Just sh---- in a kail-blade, and send it, As soon's he smells't, Baith their disease, and what will mend it,05 Sep 2026 03:43 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3muqkrl4aln2dhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mupwntf5de2hmy hurry, But yet the bauld Apothecary, Withstood the shock; I might as weel hae tried a quarry O' hard whin rock. "Ev'n them he canna get attended,04 Sep 2026 21:43 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mupwntf5de2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mupck3nxjz2slooked to my dart, It was sae blunt, Fient haet o't wad hae pierc'd the heart Of a kail-runt. "I drew my scythe in sic a fury, I near-hand cowpit wi'04 Sep 2026 15:43 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mupck3nxjz2s