
Robert Burns Night
People in Scotland, and all around the world, will be cutting into a haggis today or lifting a wee dram to the memory of Robert Burns, our national poet. Like many Scottish libraries, St Andrews has many editions of…
People in Scotland, and all around the world, will be cutting into a haggis today or lifting a wee dram to the memory of Robert Burns, our national poet. Like many Scottish libraries, St Andrews has many editions of…
We are pleased to announce that the winner of the James David Forbes Collecting Prize 2022 is Lakshmi Thiagarajan, who graduated last year with an MA in Management and Philosophy. In this blog she tells us about her…
The king sent his lady on the thirteenth Yule day, Three stalks o’ merry corn, three maids a-merry dancing, Three hinds a-merry hunting, an Arabian baboon, Three swans a-merry swimming, Three ducks a-merry laying, a…
The king sent his lady on the twelfth Yule day, Three maids a-merry dancing, Three hinds a-merry hunting, an Arabian baboon, Three swans a-merry swimming, Three ducks a-merry laying, a bull that was brown, Three…
The king sent his lady on the eleventh Yule day, Three hinds a-merry hunting, an Arabian baboon, Three swans a-merry swimming, Three ducks a-merry laying, a bull that was brown, Three goldspinks, three starlings, A…
The king sent his lady on the tenth Yule day, An Arabian baboon, Three swans a-merry swimming, Three ducks a-merry laying, a bull that was brown, Three goldspinks, three starlings, A goose that was gray, Three plovers,…
The king sent his lady on the ninth Yule day, Three swans a-merry swimming, Three ducks a-merry laying, a bull that was brown, Three goldspinks, three starlings, A goose that was gray, Three plovers, three partridges,…
The king sent his lady on the eighth Yule day, Three ducks a-merry laying, a bull that was brown, Three goldspinks, three starlings, A goose that was gray, Three plovers, three partridges, a papingo-aye; Wha learns my…
The king sent his lady on the seventh Yule day, A bull that was brown, three goldspinks, three starlings, A goose that was gray, Three plovers, three partridges, a papingo-aye; Wha learns my carol and carries it away? …
The king sent his lady on the sixth Yule day, Three goldspinks, three starlings, a goose that was gray, Three plovers, three partridges, a papingo-aye; Wha learns my carol and carries it away? Goldspinks is the Scots…