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He celebrates his great eighteenth century vernacular predecessors, Ramsay, Hamilton of Gilbertfield but above all his wholly beloved Robert Fergusson to whom, as soon as he got to Edinburgh, he paid for a tombstone for his unmarked grave. Ironically Fergusson's fate at the hands of genteel Edinburgh (ll. 19–24) was to be a sorry prelude to his own.

Burns's genteel contemporaries thought his pastoral poetry imitatively conventional. John Logan wrote to Henry Mackenzie: ‘Mr Burns is a clever fellow, a Man of Observation, and a Country Libertine, but I am much mistaken if he has anything of the Penseroso in his character' (Low,
Robert Burns: The Critical Heritage
, p. 79). Actually, Burns's intense intimate rural realism they shied away from; the harsh life of man and beast is not what they wished to countenance. Burns himself would not have disavowed the libertine. L. 29. ‘I kittle up my
rustic reed
' arguably endorses his opinion that erotic and creative energy were always synergetic for him: in this case, ejaculatively so.

As in
The Vision
the poem looks forward to a Bardic celebration of Ayrshire, in this case as a poetic-newfoundland. Wordsworth when he came to pay pilgrimage to the poet to whom he owed so much was perturbed that Burns had not creatively, unlike himself, lifted his eyes unto the hills. The Arran Mountains were for the English poet disturbingly above Burns's line of vision. Burns is, however, like MacDiarmid a poet given to water music:

The Muse nae Poet ever fand her,

Till by himself he learn'd to wander,

Adown some trottin burn's meander.…

Thus Coila's (Ayrshire's) rivers are to receive the poetic celebration given already to bardically celebrated Scottish and European streams. So, too, is Ayrshire's archetypal hero, William Wallace. Wallace haunts Burns's poetry and letters. A biography of Wallace
was one of the first things he read: ‘the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice in my veins which will boil along there till the floodgates of life shut in eternal rest' (See Letters 55, 78, 125). Burns hoped that Wallace's example would energise the struggle for freedom of his own generation. More darkly, he perhaps came to associate Scotland's dismembered hero with his own fate. As in all these early Ayrshire epistles a compensatory natural freedom is celebrated in the face of the greedy (Mandevillism) of the prosperously secure (ll. 90–6).

The poem's Postscript is a deeply comic account of the controversy between Auld and New Licht Theology in terms of the analogy of a quarrel between the old and new thought about the nature of the moon. Ancestral thought believed that the moon, when it waned, was discarded and replaced by a completely new one in the sky. The Auld Lichts cling to this unscientific cosmology. The traditionalists then decide to set off into space in a balloon to prove their case empirically. There is controversy regarding how much Swift Burns knew. Certainly they were, for different reasons, both profoundly displaced persons which allowed them to view eccentrically worlds to which they never fully belonged and which they agonisingly saw as suffused with inequity and iniquity. Certainly also, as in this balloon fantasy, Burns is distinctively Swiftian in his send-up of the madness of scientific hyperrationalism. Burns, as he footnotes, is also defending the theology of ‘Dr Taylor of Norwich (1722)' whose tract
The Scripture Doctrine of Original Sin Proposed
to Free and Candid Examination
(1740) provided the foundation for liberalising ‘New Licht' doctrine.

1
A cant-term for those religious opinions which Dr Taylor of Norwich has defended so strenuously. –R.B.

Epistle to John Ranken,

Enclosing Some Poems

First printed in the Kilmarnock edition, 1786.

O rough, rude, ready-witted RANKEN,

The wale o' cocks for fun an' drinkin!
pick/choice

There's monie godly folks are thinkin'
many

               Your
dreams
1
and tricks

5
Will send you, Korah-like, a-sinkin

               Straught to Auld Nick's.
straight, old, the Devil

Ye hae sae monie cracks an' cants,
have so many stories & jokes

And in your wicked drucken rants,
drunken babble

Ye mak a devil o' the
Saunts
,
saints

10
               An' fill them fou';
drunk

And then their failings, flaws, an' wants

               Are a' seen thro'.

Hypocrisy, in mercy spare it!

That
holy robe
, O dinna tear it!
do not

15
Spare 't for their sakes, wha aften wear it —
who often

               The lads in
black
;
robes

But your curst wit, when it comes near it,

               Rives 't aff their back.
rips, off

Think, wicked Sinner, wha ye're skaithing:
who, slighting

20
It's just the
Blue-gown
badge an' claithing
clothing

O' Saunts; tak that, ye lea'e them naething
saints, take, leave, nothing

               To ken them by,
know

Frae ony unregenerate Heathen,
from any

               Like you or I.

25
I've sent you here some rhyming ware
items of poetry

A' that I bargain'd for, an' mair;
more

Sae, when ye hae an hour to spare,
so, have

               I will expect,

Yon
Sang
2
ye'll sen 't, wi' cannie care,
song, send it, cautious

30
               And no neglect.

Tho' faith, sma' heart hae I to sing:
little, have

My Muse dow scarcely spread her wing:
can

I've play'd mysel a bonie
spring
,
pleasant tune

               An'
danc'd
my fill!

35
I'd better gaen an' sair't the King
gone, served

               At Bunker's Hill.

'Twas ae night lately, in my fun,
one

I gaed a rovin wi' the gun,
went

An' brought a
Paitrick
to the
grun
',
partridge, ground

40
               A bonie
hen
;
pretty

And, as the twilight was begun,

               Thought nane wad ken.
none would know

The poor, wee thing was
little hurt
;

I
straikit
it a wee for sport,
stroked, a little

45
Ne'er thinkan they wad fash me for't;
would, trouble

               But, Deil-ma-care!

Somebody tells the
Poacher-Court
Kirk Session

               The hale affair.
whole

Some auld, us'd hands had taen a note,
old, taken

50
That
sic a hen
had got a
shot
;
such

I was suspected for the plot;

               I scorn'd to lie;

So gat the whissle o' my groat,
got, played a losing game

               An' pay't the
fee
.

55
But by my
gun
, o' guns the wale,
pick/choice

An' by my
pouther
an' my
hail
.
gunpowder

An' by my
hen
, an' by her
tail
,

               I vow an' swear!

The Game shall Pay, owre moor an'
dail
,
over

60
               For this, niest year!
next

As soon's the
clockin-time
is by,
egg-hatching

An' the
wee pouts
begun to cry,
small chicks

Lord, I'se hae sportin by an' by
I'll have

For my
gowd guinea
;
gold

65
Tho' I should herd the
buckskin
kye
American cattle/slaves

               For 't, in Virginia!
in America

Trowth, they had muckle for to blame!
in truth, much

'Twas neither broken wing nor limb,

But twa-three
draps
about the
wame
,
two-, (sperm), belly

70
               Scarce thro' the
feathers
;

An' baith a
yellow
George
to claim
both, gold guinea

               An'
thole
their
blethers
!
suffer, gossip

It pits me ay as mad's a hare;
puts/makes, always

So I can rhyme nor write nae mair;
no more

75
But
pennyworths
again is fair,
a paid bargain

               When time's expedient:

Meanwhile I am, respected Sir,

               Your most obedient,

                                      Robt. Burns.

John Rankin (d. 1810) was a tenant farmer in Adamhill, Tarbolton. He was friendly with Burns in the Lochlea years. His sister Margaret was, appropriately, the first wife of John Lapraik since both Lapraik and Rankin belonged to that anarchic, anti-clerical ‘ramstam' Ayrshire group. The specific occasion of the poem is Burns's ‘allegorical' account of his impregnation of Betty Paton resulting in the birth of an illegitimate daughter represented in terms of the poacher and his gun. Hugh Blair was first uncomprehending and then horrified as understanding slowly dawned: ‘The description of shooting the hen is understood, I find, to convey an indecent meaning tho' in reading the poem … I took it literally, and the indecency did not strike me. But … the whole poem ought undoubtedly to be left out of the new edition' (J. De Lancey Ferguson, ‘Burns and Hugh Blair',
Modern Language Notes
, xlv (1930), 441–3). It was not in the least of Burns's resistances to Blair that he kept the poem in.

L. 5. is a direct reference to
Numbers
xvi, 29–33, again demonstrating the range of Burns's allusive grasp of the Bible. The initial part of the poem, especially ll. 13–18, is an attack on the clergy akin to Blake's
Songs of Experience
. These holy devils reassert themselves later in the poem as ‘the Poacher-Court' kirk session which punished apprehended fornicators by putting them on black-gowned display.

While this Ayrshire epistle is much less concerned than the others with Burns's anxieties about his ability to create for himself a poetic career in such a hostile environment, American allusions betray doubts about both the worth of his creativity and its capacity to earn him a living. Thus ll. 35–6, ‘I'd better gaen an' sair't the King/At Bunker's Hill' is, given both the fate of British arms and Burns's espousal of the American cause, a particularly self-denigrating remark. Troubling in a different way are ll. 65–66, ‘Tho' I should herd the
buckskin
kye/For 't in Virginia!' which are arguably the least politically correct lines the Bard wrote. He is, of course, referring to his intended emigration as escape from Ayrshire's cloying fiscal and clerical restraints to become a ‘poor Negro-driver' (Letter 125). On the other hand, he went on to write
The Slave's Lament
, praised by Maya Angelou because of its grasp not only of the substance but the very rhythm of Black American experience.

1
A certain humorous dream of his was then making a noise in the world. R.B.

2
A
Song
he had promised the author.

The Rigs o Barley

or
It was upon a Lammas Night

First printed in the Kilmarnock edition, 1786.
Tune: Corn Rigs are Bonie

It was upon a Lammas night,
harvest festival

        When corn rigs are bonie,
ridges/rows

Beneath the moon's unclouded light,

        I held awa to Annie:
away

5
The time flew by, wi' tentless heed;
carefree

        Till,' tween the late and early,

Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed

        To see me thro' the barley. 

Chorus

10
Corn rigs, an' barley rigs,

         An' corn rigs are bonie:

I'll ne'er forget that happy night,

         Amang the rigs wi' Annie.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,

15
         The moon was shining clearly;

I set her down, wi' right good will,

         Amang the rigs o' barley:

I ken't her heart was a' my ain;
knew

         I lov'd her most sincerely;

20
I kiss'd her owre and owre again,
over

         Amang the rigs o' barley.

Corn rigs, &c.

I lock'd her in my fond embrace;

         Her heart was beating rarely:

25
My blessings on that happy place,

         Amang the rigs o' barley!

But by the moon and stars so bright,

         That shone that hour so clearly!

She ay shall bless that happy night
always

30
         Amang the rigs o' barley.

Corn rigs, &c.

I hae been blythe wi' comrades dear;
have

         I hae been merry drinking;

I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
making money

35
         I hae been happy thinking:

But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,

         Tho' three times doubl'd fairly —

That happy night was worth them a',

         Amang the rigs o' barley.

40
             Corn rigs, &c. 

This joyful reminiscence of love has been one of the poet's most popular songs, perfectly matching his lyric to traditional music. The poem's Annie is supposed to be John Rankine's daughter. (See
Epistle to John Ranken
).

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