Rabbie’s Eye ©
(Robert Burns 1759-1796)
Dalton in Furness, England
The twenty-fifth of January
A day when aw Scots smile
Remembering the greatest bard
Tay ever grace the “Royal Mile”
This son of Ayr, of toil an moil
Whose pen and wit, when put tay test
Was courted by baith high and low
Tay this day, still deemed, Scotia’s best
Fur who c’d haud a candle
Tay his banter, lush and loose
Tay string sic words o wisdom fay
A chance encoontur wi a moose
Immortalised the humble haggis
Hauf the world now know its fame
An tho' he loved the lassies o’
Above them aw came Jeannie’s name.
Tho' only therty-seven years passed
Afore his wick had burnt right oot
His spirit, words an songs live still
In those who choose tay follow suit.
Tay lift his mantle, brave an braw
Humanitarians, first, above aw.
As Venus fades in a Winter sky
I just see the winking, of Rabbie’s eye.