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
There is a star whose beaming ray
Is shed on ev'ry clime.
It shines by night, it shines by
And ne'er grows dim wi'
It rose upon the
banks of Ayr,
It shone on
Doon's clear stream -
hundred years are gane and mair,
Yet brighter grows its beam.
Let kings and courtiers rise and
This world has mony
Yet brightly beams
abeen them a'
The star o'
Though he was but a ploughman lad
And wore the hodden grey,
Auld Scotia's sweetest bard was
Aneath a roof o'strae.
Tae sweep the strings o'
It needs nae
wit an native fire
warms the bosom's core.
Let kings and courtiers rise and fa',
This world has mony turns
Yet brightly beams abeen them a'
The star o' Rabbie Burns.