The Star

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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 up on the banks of Ayr’
It shone on Doon’s clear stream –
A hunner years are gain and mair,
Yet brighter grows it’s beam.

Chorus
Let kings and courtiers rise and fa’.
This world has mony turns
But brightly beams aboon them a’
The Star o’ Rabbie Burns

Though he was but a ploughman lad
and wore the hodden grey.
Auld Scotland’s sweetest bard was bred
Aneath a roof o” strae.
To sweep the strings o’ Scotia 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
But brightly beams aboon them a’
The Star o’ Rabbie Burns

On fame’s emblazon’d page enshrin’d
His name is foremost now,
And many a costly wreath’s been twin’d

To grace his honest brow.
And Scotland’s heart expands wi’ joy
Whene’er the day returns
That gave the world its peasant boy
Immortal Rabbie Burns

Chorus
Let kings and courtiers rise and fa’.
This world has mony turns
But brightly beams aboon them a’
The Star o’ Rabbie Burns

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