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Authors: Robert Burns
First printed in the London
Star
, 7th May, 1789, under the name Tim Nettle.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
5
Noosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse?Â
                          Strophe
View the wither'd beldam's face â
Can thy keen inspection trace
Aught of Humanity's sweet melting grace?
10
Note that eye,' tis rheum o'erflows,
Pity's flood there never rose.
See those hands, ne'er stretch'd to save,
Hands that took â but never gave.
Keeper of Mammon's iron chest,
15
Lo, there she goes, unpitied and unblest,
She goes, but not to realms of everlasting rest!
                          Antistrophe
Plunderer of Armies! lift thine eyes,
(A while forbear, ye torturing fiends),
Seest thou whose step, unwilling, hither bends?
20
No fallen angel, hurl'd from upper skies;
'Tis thy trusty
quondam Mate
,
Doom'd to share thy fiery fate,
She, tardy, hell-ward plies.
                          Epode
And are they of no more avail,
25
Ten thousand glittering pounds a year?
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
Omnipotent as he is here?
O, bitter mockery of the
pompous bier
!
While down the wretched
vital part
is driven!
30
The cave-lodged beggar, with a conscience clear,
Expires in rags, unknown, and goes to Heaven.
The subject of this Ode, Mrs Oswald, was a Mary Ramsay who married Richard Oswald of London. He purchased Auchencruive estate, Ayrshire, in 1764, but died in 1784. The widow moved back to London thereafter. She died 6th December, 1788 and was brought to Ayrshire for burial. Burns explained the background in detail to Dr Moore:
I spent my early days in her neighbourhood, and among her servants and tenants I know that she was detested with the most heart-felt cordiality ⦠in the particular part of her conduct, which roused my Poetic wrath, she was much less blameable. In January last, on my road to Ayrshire, I had put up at Bailie Whigham's in Sanquar, the only tolerable Inn in the place. The frost was keen, and the grim evening and the howling wind were ushering in a night of snow and drift. My horse and I were both much fatigued with the labors of the day, and just as my friend the Bailie and I, were bidding defiance to the storm over a smoking bowl, in wheels the funeral pageantry of the late great Mrs Oswald, and poor I, am forced to brave all the horrors of the tempestuous night, and jade my horse, my young favourite horse whom I had just christened Pegasus, twelve miles further on, through the wildest moors & hills of Ayrshire, to New Cumnock, the next Inn. Suffice it to say that when a good fire at New Cumnock had so far recovered my frozen sinews, I sat down and wrote the enclosed Ode (Letter 322).
That an aristocrat could still be more important as a corpse than a living human being, thrown into the teeth of winter, is the spark that kindled Burns's poetic indignation.
Although first published under the name Tim Nettle in a London newspaper, this work was included in the 1793 Edinburgh edition. On both occasions, Mrs Oswald's identity was dashed out, to preserve anonymity. Burns's letter to Stuart, editor of the London Star, introduced the poem. Burns begins by pretending he does not know who the author of the poem is:
Mr Printer
I know not who is the author of the following poem, but I think it contains some equally well-told and just compliments to the memory of a matron who, a few months ago, much against her private inclination, left this good world and twice five good thousands per annum behind her â¦
⦠I dislike partial respect of persons, and am hurt to see the
public make such a fuss when a poor pennyless gipsey is consigned over to Jack Ketch [the hangman], and yet scarce take any notice when a purse-proud Priestess of Mammon is by the inexorable hand of death prisoned in everlasting fetters of ill-gotten gold â¦
                    Tim Nettle (Letter 338).
Due to the chicanery of Peter Stuart, a personal letter Burns sent him was, unknown to Burns, published beneath the Ode. This act of betrayal, according to Lucylle Werkmeister, might have had appalling consequences for Burns:
It is therefore incredible that, immediately below the letter from Tim Nettle ⦠Stuart should have printed the whole of Burns's personal letter to him, altering, it appears, only the salutation, which now read âMr PRINTER', and the name of the author, which was now in capital letters. Not only did this letter identify Mrs Oswald as subject of the âOde' and Burns as its author, but it reached back to identify him as the author of the âOde to the Departed Regency Bill' as well. A copy of this number of the newspaper, one can be certain, was also not sent to Burns (Werkmeister,
Robert Burns and the London Newspapers, Bulletin
of the New York Public Library
, Vol. 65, 1961, p. 496).
It is surprising, therefore, that the poet's Excise employers did not caution or discipline Burns at this juncture for his insurrectionary social satire, although it is likely they would have been notified of his publication.
It is not the least of Burns's many formal jokes that he borrows the nomenclature and structure of this poem from Collins's
Ode to
Mercy
. Kinsley, always ready to agree with nineteenth century denial of the poet's radical values, describes this as a âsavage satire in the quite unsuitable Pindaric form' (Vol. III, p. 1292). On the contrary, the Pindaric form succeeds, moving crisply from the delivery of the deceased to the Devil (the hangman of Creation), to the atmospheric cadence of the
Strophe
, examining the subject for any trace of humanity, to the awakening of her dead husband, also in hell, in the
Antistrophe
. In the final
Epode
, Burns reveals the art of his dark painting, â⦠down the wretched vital part is driven', meaning the loss of her soul (the vital part) in life and its transport to Hell. It is excessive wealth and her oppressive nature that has, in life, destroyed the woman's soul and condemned her to her fate. The line âPlunderer of Armies!' refers to Mrs Oswald's husband whose âwar-profiteering' had earned their fortune.
First printed in the London
Morning
Star
, 14th May, 1789, signed Duncan M'Leerie.
O, sing a new Song to the Lord!
       Make, all and every one,
A joyful noise, ev'n for the king
       His Restoration. â
5
The Sons of Belial in the land
       Did set their heads together;
Come, let us sweep them off, said they,
       Like an o'erflowing river. â
They set their heads together, I say,
10
       They set their heads together:
On right, and left, and every hand,
       We saw none to deliver. â
Thou madest strong two chosen Ones,
       To quell the Wicked's pride:
15
That Young Man, great in Issachar
       The burden-bearing Tribe. â
And him, among the Princes chief
       In our Jerusalem,
The Judge that's mighty in thy law,
20
       The Man that fears thy name. â
Yet they, even they, with all their might,
       Began to faint and fail;
Even as two howling, ravening wolves
       To dogs do turn their tail. â
25
Th' Ungodly o'er the Just prevail'd,
       For so thou hadst appointed,
That thou might'st greater glory give
       Unto thine own Annointed. â
And now thou hast restored our State,
30
       Pity our kirk also,
For she by tribulations
       Is now brought very low! â
Consume that High-Place, PATRONAGE,
       From off thine holy hill;
35
And in thy fury burn the book
       Even of that man M'GILL. â
Now hear our Prayer, accept our Song,
       And fight thy Chosen's battle:
We seek but little, Lord, from thee,
40
       Thou kens we get as little.
knows
This was written to commemorate the day of public thanksgiving declared when King George III recovered from his bout of insanity. Burns describes his feelings on this occasion to Mrs Dunlop: âAs I am not devoutly attached to a certain Monarch, I cannot say that my heart run any risk of bursting ⦠God forgive me for speaking evil of dignities! But I must say that I look on the whole business as a solemn farce of pageant mummery. The following are a few Stanzas of new Psalmody for that âJoyful Solemnity' which I sent to a London Newspaper' (Letter 335). The poem appeared in the London Star (not the
Edinburgh Star
, as Mackay suggests (p. 354), since no such paper existed) with the indication that it was written at Kilmarnock on the 25th April. It was signed under the pen name Duncan M'Leerie. The note with the song suggested it had been sung âdevoutly' in a chapel in Kilmarnock on the 23rd past. Burns openly acknowledged to Mrs Dunlop in the same letter that Stuart, the publisher of the London Star was âan old acquaintance of mine, and as I am a little tinctured with Buff & Blue myself, I now and then help him to a Stanza' (Letter 335). This is another example of how Burns protected his Excise career by employing a pen name and printing the song as though it was written other than in Dumfries. This was a procedure he was forced to extend in the darker political years ahead.
The âYoung Man' (l. 15) refers to William Pitt; while âchief' (l. 17) alludes to Lord Thurlow (See footnote 1,
Ode to the Departed
Regency Bill
). Rev. McGill (l. 36) is Rev. Dr McGill (1732â1807) of Ayrshire who was persecuted for his liberal views on religious doctrine, published in his text
A Practical Essay on the Death of
Jesus Christ
(1786)
and The Benefits of the Revolution
(1789) in
which he defended his views against the illiberal attack by Dr Peebles, Kirk minister at Newton-upon-Ayr (See Vol. III, Kinsley, pp. 1306â7). Burns boasted to Mrs Dunlop that he would hunt down the persecutors of Dr McGill like wild prey (Letter 148). See also notes to
The Kirk's Alarm
.
The song is written in the style of the Presbyterian metrical psalms, paraphrasing in the first line from
Psalms
, CXLIV, line 9, âI will sing a new song unto thee, O God'. Kinsley lists several biblical allusions from, inter alia,
Deuteronomy
and
Judges
. They are employed to mock the farcical new âJerusalem' of Pitt. Although printed during the poet's lifetime pseudonymously, this work did not feature in the canon until Hately Waddell's edition (1867), almost a century after its first appearance.
or
The Kirk of Scotland's Garland
Tune: Push about the Brisk Glass
First printed in 1789 as an anonymous broadside sheet.
Orthodox, Orthodox, wha believe in John Knox,
who
       Let me sound an alarm to your conscience;
A heretic blast has been blawn i' the West â
blown, West
       That what is not Sense must be Nonsense, Orthodox
5
       That what is not Sense must be Nonsense. âÂ
Doctor Mac,
1
Doctor Mac, ye should streek on a rack,
stretch
       To strike Evildoers wi' terror;
To join FAITH and SENSE upon ony pretence
any
       Was heretic, damnable error, &c.
10
Town of Ayr, Town of Ayr, it was rash, I declare,
       To meddle wi' mischief a brewing;
Provost John
2
is still deaf to the Church's relief,
       And Orator Bob
3
is its ruin, &c.
D'rymple
4
mild, D'rymple mild, tho' your heart 's like a child,
15
       And your life like the new-driven snaw;
snow
Yet that winna save ye, auld Satan maun have ye,
will not, shall
       For preaching that three 's ane and twa, &c.
one, two
Calvin's Sons, Calvin's Sons, seize your sp'ritual guns â
       Ammunition you never can need;
20
Your HEARTS are the stuff will be POWTHER enough,
powder
       And your SCULLS are store-houses o' LEAD, &c.
Rumble John,
5
Rumble John, mount the steps with a groan,
       Cry, the BOOK is wi' heresy cramm'd;
Then lug out your ladle, deal brimstone like aidle,
pull, cow's piss
25
       And roar every note o' the DAMN'D, &c.
Simper James,
6
Simper James, leave the fair Killie dames,
Kilmarnock
       There 's a holier chase in your view:
I'll lay on your head that the PACK ye'll soon lead,
       For PUPPIES like you there 's but few, &c.
30
Singet Sawnie,
7
Singet Sawnie, are ye herding the PENNIE,
money
       Unconscious what danger await?
Wi' a jump, yell, and howl, alarm every soul,
       For the Foul Thief is just at your gate, &c.
Poet Willie,
8
Poet Willie, gie the Doctor a volley,
give
35
       Wi' your âLiberty's chain' and your wit:
O'er Pegasus' side ye ne'er laid a stride,
       Ye but smelt, man, the place where he shit, &c.
Andro' Gowk,
9
Andro Gowk, ye may slander the BOOK,
       And the Book not the waur, let me tell ye:
worst
40
Ye are rich and look big, but lay by hat and wig â
       And ye'll hae a CALF'S-HEAD o' sma' value, &c.
have
Barr Steenie,
10
Barr Steenie, what mean ye, what mean ye?
       If ye'll meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
no more
Ye may hae some pretence, man, to havins and sense,
45
       Wi' people wha ken ye nae better, &c.
who know
Jamie Goose,
11
Jamie Goose, ye hae made but toom roose
empty
       In hunting the wicked Lieutenant;
speculation
But the Doctor's your mark, for the Lord's haly ark
holy
       He has cooper'd and ca'd a wrang pin in, &c.
nailed, wrong
50
Davie Rant,
12
Davie Rant, in a face like a saunt,
saint
       And a heart that would poison a hog;
Raise an impudent roar, like a breaker lee-shore,
       Or the Kirk will be tint in a bog, &c.
lost
Cessnock-side,
13
Cessnock-side, wi' your turkey-cock pride,
55
       O' manhood but sma' is your share;
Ye've the figure, it's true, even your faes maun allow,
foes must
       And your friends daur na say ye hae mair, &c.
dare not, have more
Muirland Jock,
14
Muirland Jock, whom the Lord made a rock
       To crush Common Sense for her sins,
60
If ill-manners were Wit, there 's no mortal so fit
       To confound the poor Doctor at ance, &c.
once
Daddie Auld,
15
Daddie Auld, there 's a tod i' the fauld,
fox
       A tod meikle waur than the CLERK:
much worse
Tho' ye do little skaith, ye'll be in at the death,
damage
65
       For if ye canna bite ye may bark, &c.
can not
Holy Will,
16
Holy Will, there was wit i' your skull,
       When ye pilfer'd the alms o' the poor;
The timmer is scant, when ye're taen for a saunt,
wood, taken, saint
       Wha should swing in a rape for an hour, &c.
who, rope
70
Poet Burns, Poet Burns, wi' your priest-skelping turns,
       Why desert ye your auld native shire?
Tho' your Muse is a gipsey, yet were she ev'n tipsey,
       She could ca' us nae waur than we are, Poet Burns,
call, no worse
       She could ca' us nae waur than we are. â
POSTSCRIPTS
Afton's Laird,
17
Afton's Laird, when your pen can be spar'd,
       A copy of this I bequeath,
On the same sicker score as I mention'd before,
safe/confidential
       To that trusty auld Worthy, Clackleith,
18
Afton's Laird,
       To that trusty auld Worthy, Clackleith.
Factor John,
19
Factor John, whom the Lord made alone,
       And ne'er made another thy peer,
Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard,
       Presents thee this token sincere, Factor John,
       Presents thee this token sincere. âÂ
The Kirk's Alarm first appears as an anonymous song under the title
The Ayrshire Garland, an Excellent New Song; Tune â The Vicar and
Moses
. The first version contained only thirteen stanzas, compared to the complete song's twenty. The song is a stalwart defence of the Rev. Dr William McGill (1732â1807) against his persecution by the Synod of Glasgow and Ayr (See our notes for
A New Psalm for the
Chapel of Kilmarnock
). This is made vividly clear by Burns as early as November 1787: â⦠if the prosecution which I hear the Erebean Fanatics are projecting against my learned and truly worthy friend, Dr McGill, goes on, I shall keep no measure with the savages, but fly at them with the faulcons of Ridicule, or run them down with the bloodhounds of Satire, as lawful game, wherever I start them' (Letter 124). On the opponents of McGill, listed in the poem, Burns goes on, in July 1789, just after completing the ballad: âSeveral of these reverend lads, his opponents, have come thro' my hands before, but I have some thoughts of serving them up again in a different dishâ¦. I have just sketched the following ballad⦠I am thinking to throw off two or three dozen copies at a Press in Dumfries, & send them as from Edinburgh to some Ayrshire folks on both sides of the question' (Letter 352). Mrs Dunlop advised him not to do this but he disregarded her. The original broadside was probably paid for and circulated by Burns himself.
The work also appears in
Songs and Poems
by Alexander Tait (Paisley, 1790, pp. 170â3), under the bizzare and malicious pen-name âComposed by Plotcock, the Foul Thief's Exciseman'. Tait's version matches the broadside text. He published the Burns poem as an occasional piece to set up his own reply,
The Answer to Plotcock
, an inferior work satirising Burns's work. He does not give away the poet's identity, although he knew Burns was the author. Sandy Tait was the author of three unpleasantly frivolous poems on Burns and his family,
Burns in His Infancy, Burns in Lochly and Burns's Hen
Clockin in Mauchline
. The poem itself did not appear as a work by Burns until Stewart's edition, 1801.
Kinsley rightly remarks that the poetic form is common to drinking songs (the tune picked by Burns is that of a drinking song) and political squibs before Burns. Henderson and Henley point out that the immediate model may have been a pro-Pitt attack on Charles James Fox printed in
The Glasgow Mercury
, 23rdâ30th December 1788 (See Kinsley, Vol. III, p. 1308). This is formally similar to
The Kirk's Alarm
:
Mr. Fox, Mr. Fox,
Thou'rt knock'd down like an Ox
By honest Will Pitt's argumentum:
'Twas a cruel mistake, &c.
Kinsley, who lifts his quote from HâH, misquotes the text of the newspaper poem, with âargumentation' instead of âargumentum'. Burns made several copies of the song; adding and modifying several verses; hence there are several variant readings. This is a rogues' gallery of ecclesiastics previously satirised by Burns, the âauld lichts' whose interpretation of the 1688 revolutionary celebrations in 1788 differed markedly from the liberal McGill. The late eighteenth century did not differentiate theology and politics as we do.
1
Rev. Doctor McGill, Ayr. R.B.
2
Provost John Ballantine. R.B.
3
Mr [Bob] Aitken. R.B.
4
Dr Dalrymple, Ayr. R.B.
5
John Russel, Kilmarnock. R.B.
6
James McKindlay, Kilmarnock. R.B.
7
A. Moodie, Riccartoun. R.B.
8
William Peebles in Newton upon Ayr, a Poetaster, who among many other things, published an Ode on the Centenary of the Revolution in which was this line â âAnd bound in liberty's endearing chain'. R.B.
9
Dr Andrew Mitchel, Monkton. R.B.
10
Stephen Young, [of] Barrr. R.B.
11
James Young in New Cumnock, who had lately been foiled in an ecclesiastic prosecution against a Lieutenant Mitchel. R.B.
12
David Grant, Ochiltree. R.B.
13
George Smith, Galston. R.B.
14
John Shepherd, Muirkirk. R.B.
15
Rev. William Auld, Mauchline. R.B.
16
An Elder in Mauchline. R.B. [See
Holy Willie's Prayer
.]
17
John Logan. R.B.
18
James Johnson. R.B.
19
John Kennedy. R.B.