🥳 Tae the Bard: A Burns Nicht Toast by Rebecca Grant 🥳

Fair fa' yer honest, sonsie face,

Aye, Burns, ye left a braw wee trace,

Wi' pen in hand, ye didnae spare,

The joys, the sorrows, a’ laid bare.

Wi' muckle cheer, we gather here,

In haggis feast and whisky’s cheer,

To toast yer name, ye poet bold,

Who sang o’ love and stories told.

O’ a’ the lands, ye ken the heart,

The farmer’s toil, the lover’s art,

Ye wrote the truth, ye made it clear,

That life’s nae easy, but still sincere.

O Scotland’s bairns, ye hear his voice,

In every rhyme, ye’ll find your choice.

Let’s raise our glass and take a stand,

For Robert Burns, our noble land.

Lang may his legacy ne’er decay,

His verses live on through night and day.

Aye, to the Bard, we drink in rhyme,

And sing his praise through a’ our time.

By Rebecca Grant 

Hope you enjoyed this poem in the style of Robert Burns himself! Have a happy Burn's night! Oidhche Bhlas Burns! Xx