The Jolly Beggars : I am a bard of no regard


I am a Bard of no regard, Wi' gentle folks an' a' that; But Homer like the glowran byke, Frae town to town I draw that. For a' that an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that, I've lost but Ane, I've twa behin', I've Wife eneugh for a' that. I never drank the Muses' Stank, Castalia's burn an' a' that, But there it streams an' richly reams, My Helicon I ca' that. Great love I bear to all the Fair, Their humble slave an' a' that; But lordly will, I hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. In raptures sweet this hour we meet, Wi' mutual love an' a' that; But for how lang the Flie may stang, Let Inclination law that. Their tricks an' craft hae put me daft, They've ta'en me in, an' a' that, But clear your decks an' here's the sex! I like the jads for a' that. For a' that an' a' that, An' twice as muckle's a' that, My dearest bluid to do them guid, They're welcome till 't for a' that.

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Gerry Mulgrew

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by Gerry Mulgrew.

Themes for this poem

poetry supernatural

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