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 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 Doon's clear stream.

A hundred years are gane and mair,

Yet brighter grows its beam.

Let kings and courtiers rise and fa'

This world has mony turns,

But brightly beams abune them aw'

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's lyre,

It needs nae classic lore;

It's mither wit an' native fire

That warms the bosom's core.

Let kings and courtiers rise and fa'

This world has mony turns,

But brightly beams abune them aw'

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.

Let kings and courtiers rise and fa'

This world has mony turns,

But brightly beams abune them aw'

The Star o' Rabbie Burns.