My Auntie Jean held to the shore
My auntie Jean held to the shore, As Ailsa boats cam' back; And she had coft a feather bed For twenty and a plack; And in it she wan fifty mark, Before a towmond sped; O! what a noble bargain Was auntie Jeanie's bed.
Previous work: My Ain Kind Dearie
Next work: My Bonie Bell
About this work
This is a poem by Robert Burns. It is read here by Laura Fraser.
BBC iD
BBC iDBBC navigation
BBC links
BBC © 2014The BBC is not responsible for the content of external sites. Read more.
This page is best viewed in an up-to-date web browser with style sheets (CSS) enabled. While you will be able to view the content of this page in your current browser, you will not be able to get the full visual experience. Please consider upgrading your browser software or enabling style sheets (CSS) if you are able to do so.
