Who is Robert Burns

Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names and epithets,[nb 1] was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest.

He is regarded as a pioneer of the Romantic movement, and after his death he became a great source of inspiration to the founders of both liberalism ...
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  • Katemary2012: ae fond kiss by robert (rabbie) burns. arranged & performed for guitar by dan jones - youtube
  • Glenerne: sic' a parcel o' rogues - robert burns (sung by ian bruce)
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Richard C Martin: A great poet, whose works I turn to when I need to water my Scottish roots.

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