Robert Burns Home Poems Poets Robert Burns Poems John Barleycorn by Robert Burns There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; To a Mouse by Robert Burns Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Ae Fond Kiss by Robert Burns Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then forever! Highland Mary by Robert Burns Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, References Robert Burns Birthplace Museum Robert Burns Dumfries House