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/3mrmmwxjpkx2hrowe For Mailie dead. She was nae get o' moorland tips, Wi' tawted ket, an hairy hips; For her forbears were brought in ships Frae yont the Tweed: A27 Jul 2026 09:55 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrmmwxjpkx2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrmjhikm3g2xdead. Or, if he wonders up the howe, Her living image in her yowe Comes bleating to him, owre the knowe, For bits o' bread; An' down the briny pearls27 Jul 2026 08:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrmjhikm3g2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrlvdqs5pn27sense, An' could behave hersel wi' mense: I'll say't, she never brak a fence, Thro' thievish greed. Our bardie, tamely, keeps the spence Sin' Mailie's27 Jul 2026 02:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrlvdqs5pn27https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrlb7z23it2uhim; Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him, She run wi' speed: A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him, Than Mailie dead. I wat she was a sheep o'26 Jul 2026 20:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrlb7z23it2uhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrkn4bbytl2lwear The mourning weed; He's lost a friend and neebor dear, In Mailie dead. Thro' a' the toun she trotted by him; A long half-mile she could descry26 Jul 2026 14:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrkn4bbytl2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrjyyjkf6k2ylast sad cape-stane of his woes; Poor Mailie's dead. It's no the loss o' warl's gear, That could sae bitter draw the tear, Or mak our bardie, dowie,26 Jul 2026 08:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrjyyjkf6k2yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrjeurs3qh2rPOOR MAILIE'S ELEGY. Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, Past a' remead; The26 Jul 2026 02:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrjeurs3qh2rhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mriqqzyjnj2hcursed tether, An', for thy pains, thou'se get my blather." This said, poor Mailie turn'd her head, And clos'd her een amang the dead.25 Jul 2026 20:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mriqqzyjnj2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mri4nca67v2jwhen you think upo' your mither, Mind to be kind to ane anither. "Now, honest Hughoc, dinna fail To tell my master a' my tale; An' bid him burn this25 Jul 2026 14:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mri4nca67v2jhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrhijkgrhg2xtoop, But ay keep mind to moop an' mell Wi' sheep o' credit like thysel! "And now, my bairns, wi' my last breath I lea'e my blessin wi' you baith: An'25 Jul 2026 08:53 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrhijkgrhg2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrhgtdlyo327graceless brutes. "An' niest my yowie, silly thing, Gude keep thee frae a tether string! O, may thou ne'er forgather up Wi' ony blastit, moorland25 Jul 2026 08:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrhgtdlyo327https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrgsplrwww2vsome havins in his breast! An' warn him what I winna name, To stay content wi' yowes at hame An' no to rin an' wear his cloots, Like ither menseless,25 Jul 2026 02:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrgsplrwww2vhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrg6lu2bbv2ybairns greet for them when they're dead. "My poor toop-lamb, my son an' heir, O, bid him breed him up wi' care; An' if he live to be a beast, To pit24 Jul 2026 20:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrg6lu2bbv2yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrfki4btrs2xpease, or stocks o' kail. So may they, like their great forbears, For monie a year come thro' the sheers; So wives will gie them bits o' bread, An'24 Jul 2026 14:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrfki4btrs2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mreweejkkp22hay, an' ripps o' corn. "An' may they never learn the gaets Of ither vile, wanrestfu' pets! To sink thro' slaps, an' reave an' steal At stacks o'24 Jul 2026 08:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mreweejkkp22https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mreugmn5zo2xtods, an' butchers' knives! But gie them guid cow-milk their fill, Till they be fit to fend themsel; An' tent them duly, e'en an' morn, Wi' teats o'24 Jul 2026 07:48 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mreugmn5zo2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mreacuuorm22gude to me an' mine; An' now my dying charge I gie him, My helpless lambs, I trust them wi' him. "O, bid him save their harmless lives Frae dogs, and24 Jul 2026 01:48 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mreacuuorm22https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrdm754q3h2blet them wander at their will; So may his flock increase, and grow To scores o' lambs, an' packs of woo'! "Tell him he was a master kin' An' ay was23 Jul 2026 19:48 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrdm754q3h2bhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrcy3f7y4o2xagain he keep As muckle gear as buy a sheep, O bid him never tie them mair Wi' wicked strings o' hemp or hair! But ca' them out to park or hill, An'23 Jul 2026 13:48 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrcy3f7y4o2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrcdxnep7i2l"O thou, whose lamentable face Appears to mourn my woefu' case! My dying words attentive hear, An' bear them to my master dear. "Tell him, if e'er23 Jul 2026 07:48 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrcdxnep7i2lhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrcdezcefa2yHe saw her days were near-hand ended, But, waes my heart! he could na mend it! He gaped wide but naething spak-- At length poor Mailie silence brak.23 Jul 2026 07:38 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrcdezcefa2yhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrbpbbfbts2hin the ditch: There, groaning, dying, she did lie, When Hughoc he cam doytin by. Wi' glowing e'en an' lifted han's, Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's;23 Jul 2026 01:38 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrbpbbfbts2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mrb35jsvnm25AN UNCO MOURNFU' TALE. As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Were ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, An' owre she warsl'd22 Jul 2026 19:38 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mrb35jsvnm25https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mragzs2kdl2vThou dost deny, Assist me to resign!22 Jul 2026 13:38 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mragzs2kdl2vhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr7sw2ghrf25fulfil, Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, Because they are Thy will! Then all I want (O, do thou grant This one request of mine!) Since to enjoy22 Jul 2026 07:38 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr7sw2ghrf25https://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr7orqel3m2rgriefs it seems to join; The leafless trees my fancy please, Their fate resembles mine! Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine22 Jul 2026 06:24 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr7orqel3m2rhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr72nylemn2jthe sky o'ercast,"[1] The joyless winter day Let others fear, to me more dear Than all the pride of May: The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul, My22 Jul 2026 00:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr72nylemn2jhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr6gkat64h2xtumbling brown, the burn comes down, And roars frae bank to brae; And bird and beast in covert rest, And pass the heartless day. "The sweeping blast,21 Jul 2026 18:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr6gkat64h2xhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr5sgj2k6p2hA DIRGE. The wintry west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The blinding sleet and snaw; While21 Jul 2026 12:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr5sgj2k6p2hhttps://bsky.app/profile/robertburnsbot.bsky.social/post/3mr56crcghp2hcan either sing or whissle, Your friend and servant.21 Jul 2026 06:23 +0000at://did:plc:k3wimrg4push7traaxkhlqa7/app.bsky.feed.post/3mr56crcghp2h