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This song (words by James Thomson
and music by James Booth) is often sung at Burns Suppers which celebrate
the life and works of Robert Burns around the world at the end of January
each year.
There is a star whose beaming ray
Is shed on ev'ry clime.
It shines by night, it shines by
day
And ne'er grows dim wi'
time.
It rose upon the
banks of Ayr,
It shone on
Doon's clear stream -
Twa
hundred years are gane and mair,
Yet brighter grows its beam.
Chorus
Let kings and courtiers rise and
fa',
This world has mony
turns
Yet brightly beams
abeen them a'
The star o'
Rabbie Burns.
Though he was but a ploughman lad
And wore the hodden grey,
Auld Scotia's sweetest bard was
bred
Aneath a roof o'strae.
Tae 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.
Chorus
Let kings and courtiers rise and fa',
This world has mony turns
Yet brightly beams abeen them a'
The star o' Rabbie Burns.
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