There is a star whose beaming ray|
Is shed on every clime
It shines by night, it shines by day,
And ne'er grows dim wi' time.
It rose upon the banks o' Ayr,|
It shone on Doons clear stream
A hundred years are gane and mair,
Yet brighter grows its beam.
Let kings and courtiers rise and fall,|
This world has many turns,
But brightly beams, abin them all,
The star of Robbie Burns.
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