You seem to be using an older version of Internet Explorer. This site requires Internet Explorer 8 or higher. Update your browser here today to fully enjoy all the marvels of this site.
On the anniversary of the death of Robert Burns. Sorry I don't have a recording of this song you'll have to settle for the lyrics.
The Star o' Rabbie Burns Words: James Thomson Music: James Booth
There is a star whose beaming ray Is shed on every clime. It shines by night, it shines by day, And ne'er grows dim wi' time. It rose upon the banks o' Ayr, It shone on Doon's clear stream. A hundred years are gane and mair, Yet brighter grows its beam.
Refrain: Let kings and courtiers rise and fa' This world has mony turns, But brightly beams abune them aw' The Star o' Rabbie Burns.
Though he was but a ploughman lad And wore the hodden grey, Auld Scotland's sweetest bard was bred Aneath a roof o' strae. To sweep the strings o' Scotia's lyre, It needs nae classic lore; It's mither wit an' native fire That warms the bosom's core.
Refrain: Let kings and courtiers rise and fa' This world has mony turns, But brightly beams abune them aw' The Star o' Rabbie Burns.
On fame's emblazon'd page enshrin'd His name is foremost now, And many a costly wreath's been twin'd To grace his honest brow. And Scotland's heart expands wi' joy Whene'er the day returns That gave the world its peasant boy Immortal Rabbie Burns.
Refrain: Let kings and courtiers rise and fa' This world has mony turns, But brightly beams abune them aw' The Star o' Rabbie Burns.