Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

Chapter 285: Carle, An The King Come

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The collection assembles lyrical songs, narrative poems, satirical pieces, epistles, epitaphs, and fragments that shift between convivial drinking verses, tender laments, and comic storytelling. Many lyrics were shaped to traditional airs and preserve vernacular speech, while longer works portray rural labor, domestic scenes, and compassionate encounters with animals. Satire targets religious hypocrisy and social pretension, and several poems take a direct, personal tone of moral reflection or affectionate address. The selections alternate moods and forms, emphasizing melodic phrasing and a versatile technical range.

Carle, An The King Come

Chorus.—Carle, an the King come, Carle, an the King come, Thou shalt dance and I will sing, Carle, an the King come. An somebody were come again, Then somebody maun cross the main, And every man shall hae his ain, Carle, an the King come. Carle, an the King come, &c. I trow we swapped for the worse, We gae the boot and better horse; And that we’ll tell them at the cross, Carle, an the King come. Carle, an the King come, &c. Coggie, an the King come, Coggie, an the King come, I’se be fou, and thou’se be toom Coggie, an the King come. Coggie, an the King come, &c.