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To The Rev. John M'math

Inclosing A Copy Of
Holy Willie's Prayer
Sept. 17, 1785

First published by Cromek, 1808.

WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r
corn sheaves, bend down

To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,
shelter, belting

Or in gulravage rinnin scow'r
horseplay, running, rush about

        To pass the time,

5
To you I dedicate the hour

        In idle rhyme. 

My musie, tir'd wi' mony a sonnet
many

On gown, an' ban', an' douse black bonnet,
clerical robes, sombre

Is grown right eerie now she's done it,
frightened

10
        Lest they should blame her,

An' rouse their holy thunder on it

        And anathem her.
curse

I own 'twas rash, an' rather hardy,

That I, a simple, countra Bardie,
country

15
Should meddle wi' a pack sae sturdy,
so

        Wha, if they ken me,
who, know

Can easy, wi' a single wordie,
word

        Louse Hell upon me.
let loose

But I gae mad at their grimaces,
go

20
Their sighan, cantan, grace-prood faces,
hypocritical, -proud

Their three-mile prayers, an' hauf-mile graces,
half-

        Their raxan conscience,
stretching

Whase greed, revenge, an' pride disgraces
whose

        Waur nor their nonsense.
worse than

25
There's
Gau'n,
1
miska't waur than a beast,
miscalled, worse

Wha has mair honor in his breast who,

Than mony scores as guid's the priest
many, good as

        Wha sae abus't him:
who so, abused

And may a Bard no crack his jest

30
        What way they've use't him?

See him, the poor man's friend in need,

The gentleman in word an' deed,

An' shall his fame an' honor bleed

        By worthless skellums,
scoundrels

35
An' not a Muse erect her head

        To cowe the blellums?
threaten, bullies

O Pope, had I thy satire's darts

To gie the rascals their deserts,
give

I'd rip their rotten, hollow hearts,

40
        An' tell aloud

Their jugglin hocus-pocus arts

        To cheat the crowd.

God knows, I'm no the thing I should be,
not

Nor am I even the thing I cou'd be,

45
But twenty times, I rather would be

        An atheist clean,

Than under gospel colors hid be

        Just for a screen.

An honest man may like a glass,

50
An honest man may like a lass,

But mean revenge, an' malice fause
false

        He 'll still disdain,

An' then cry zeal for gospel laws,

        Like some we ken.
know

55
They take Religion in their mouth;

They talk o' Mercy, Grace, an' Truth,

For what? —To gie their malice skouth
give, play

        On some puir wight,
poor

An' hunt him down, o'er right an' ruth,
pity

60
        To ruin streight.
straight

All hail, Religion! maid divine!

Pardon a Muse sae mean as mine,
so

Who in her rough imperfect line

        Thus daurs to name thee;
dares

65
To stigmatize false friends of thine

        Can ne'er defame thee.

Tho' blotch't and foul wi' mony a stain,
many

An' far unworthy of thy train,

With trembling voice I tune my strain

70
        To join with those,

Who boldly dare thy cause maintain

        In spite of foes:

In spite o' crowds, in spite o' mobs,

In spite of undermining jobs,

75
In spite o' dark banditti stabs
bandit-like

        At worth an' merit,

By scoundrels, even wi' holy robes

        But hellish spirit.

O Ayr! my dear, my native ground,

80
Within thy presbytereal bound

A candid lib'ral band is found

        Of public teachers,

As men, as Christians too renown'd

        An' manly preachers.

85
Sir, in that circle you are nam'd;

Sir, in that circle you are fam'd;

An' some, by whom your doctrine's blam'd

        (Which gies ye honor)
gives

Even Sir, by them your heart's esteem'd,

90
        An' winning manner.

Pardon this freedom I have ta'en,
taken

An' if impertinent I've been,

Impute it not, good Sir, in ane
one

        Whase heart ne'er wrang'd ye,
whose, wronged

95
But to his utmost would befriend

        Ought that belang'd ye.
anything, belonged to
 

Previous editors note that John McMath (d. 1825), a native of Galston, graduated M. A. at Glasgow in 1772, and was ordained assistant and successor (1782) to Patrick Wodrow, minister of Tarbolton. He was, like Wodrow, a ‘New Licht' moderate. He ‘unhappily-fell into low spirits, in consequence of his dependent situation, and he became dissipated' (Chambers–Wallace, i. 193). In 1791 he resigned and enlisted as a private soldier.

The poem was obviously written to accompany ‘Holy Willie's Prayer' combining as it does Burns's examination of his own capacity to take on such a formidable enemy (ll. 13–18) with a further defence (ll. 25–41) of Holy Willie's arch-enemy, Gavin Hamilton. His wish for Pope's satirical power to assault the Auld Lichts is not an empty one; this poem is as fine as anything Burns wrote on their perverted, hypocritical Christianity. Also it resonates (ll. 73–8) with images similar to those anti-clerical ones found in Blake's
Songs of Experience
though he and his great English contemporary knew nothing of each other's work.

For the relationship of Burns to Blake, see Catherine Carswell, ‘Robert Burns', in
From Anne to Victoria,
ed. Bonamy Dobree (London, 1937), pp. 405–21; Leopold Damrosch, ‘Burns, Blake and the Recovery of the Lyric',
Studies in Romanticism,
21 (Winter, 1982), pp. 637–60 and Andrew Noble, ‘Burns, Blake and Romantic Revolt',
The Art of Robert Burns,
ed. Jack & Noble (London, 1982), pp. 191–204.

1
Gavin Hamilton.

The Mauchline Wedding

First printed by Wallace, 1896.

When Eighty-five was seven months auld,
old

        And wearing thro' the aught,
eighth

When rolling rains and Boreas bauld
north wind, bold/stormy

        Gied farmer-folks a faught;
gave, fight

5
Ae morning quondam Mason Will,
1
one

        Now Merchant Master Miller,

Gaed down to meet wi' Nansie Bell
2
went

        And her Jamaica siller,
money

                To wed, that day. — 

10
The rising sun o'er Blacksideen
3

        Was just appearing fairly,

When Nell and Bess
4
get up to dress

        Seven lang half-hours o'er early!
long

Now presses clink and drawers jink,

15
        For linnens and for laces;

But modest Muses only
think

        What ladies' under dress is,

                On sic a day. —
such

But we'll suppose the stays are lac'd,

20
        And bony bosom steekit;
handsome, held firmly

Tho', thro' the lawn — but guess the rest —

        An Angel scarce durst keekit:
would look

Then stockins fine, o' silken twine,

        Wi' cannie care are drawn up;
prudent

25
An' gartened tight, whare mortal wight —
where

                ………………………
5

But now the gown wi' rustling sound,

        Its silken
6
pomp displays;

Sure there's nae sin in being vain
no

        O' siccan bonie claes!
such pretty clothes

Sae jimp the waist, the tail sae vast —
so narrow, behind so

        Trouth, they were bonie Birdies!

O Mither Eve, ye wad been grave
would have

        To see their ample hurdies
buttocks

                Sae large that day!!!
so

Then Sandy
7
wi's red jacket bra',
with his, fine

        Comes, whip-jee-whoa! about,
whipping to stop the horses

And in he gets the bonie twa —
two

        Lord, send them safely out!

And auld John Trot
8
wi' sober phiz
old, face

        As braid and bra's a Bailie,
broad, fine

His shouthers and his Sunday's giz
shoulders, wig

        Wi' powther and wi' ulzie
powder, oil

                Weel smear'd that day….
9
well

Burns sent this poem to Mrs Dunlop on 21st August, 1788 with this note: ‘You would know an Ayr-shire lad, Sandy Bell who made a Jamaica fortune, & died sometime ago. –AWilliam Miller, formerly a Mason, nowa Merchant in this place, married a sister german of Bell's for the sake of a
£
500 her brother had left her.–ASister of Miller'swho was then Tenant of my heart for the time being, huffed my Bardship in the pride of her new Connection; & I, in the heat of my resentment resolved to burlesque the whole business, & began as follows' (Letter 265). Implicit in the burlesque is the brilliant formal joke of situating these prosperous bourgeois in the context of the poetic, Breughelesque peasant brawl form used in
The Holy Fair.
As Galt's novels also testify, money from imperial enterprise was flooding into Scotland; these were the upwardly mobile, showy ‘nabobs'. Dress, especially women's dress, reflected this excess consumption. Regarding the protuberances (ll. 30–4) Kinsley notes cf. Creech, who was later to be Burns's publisher: ‘Spinal tenuity and mamillary exuberance, have for some time been the fashion with the fair, but a posterior rotundity, or a balance was wanting behind; and you may now tell the country lasses if they wish to be fashionable, they must resemble two blown bladders tied together at the necks' (S. Maxwell and R. Hutchison,
Scottish Costume
1550–1850
, 1958, pp. 89–90). Burns's apparent forgetfulness of that below-the-belt comment of l. 27 was undoubtedly devised to save Mrs Dunlop from further offence.

1
William Miller, a friend of Burns in Mauchline.

2
Nansie Bell, who inherited
£
500 from her brother who died in Jamaica, married Wm. Miller.

3
A hill. R.B.

4
Miller's two sisters. R.B. [Elizabeth and Helen].

5
As I never wrote it down, my recollection does not entirely serve me. – R.B. Ms.

6
The ladies' first silk gowns, got for the occasion. R.B

7
Driver of the post chaise. R.B.

8
Miller's father. R.B.

9
Against my Muse had come thus far, Miss Bess and I were more in Unison, so I thought no more of the Piece. R.B. Ms.

Poem on Pastoral Poetry

First published by Currie, 1800.

Hail, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd!

In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd
pursuit, have

Frae Common Sense, or sunk enerv'd
from

               'Mang heaps o' clavers;
nonsense

5
And och! o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd
often, lovers, have

               'Mid a' thy favours! 

Say, Lassie, why thy train amang,
among

While loud the trumps heroic clang,
noise

And Sock and buskin skelp alang
drama symbols, move briskly

10
               To death or marriage;

Scarce ane has tried the Shepherd-sang
one, -song

               But wi' miscarriage?

In Homer's craft Jock Milton thrives;

Eschylus' pen Will Shakespeare drives;

15
Wee Pope, the knurlin, till him rives
dwarf, clutches

               Horatian fame;

In thy sweet sang, Barbauld
1
, survives

               Even Sappho's flame.

But thee, Theocritus, wha matches?
who

20
They're no Herd's
2
ballats, Maro's catches;

Squire Pope but busks his skinklin patches
smartens up, shining

               O' Heathen tatters:
fragments

I pass by hunders, nameless wretches,
hundreds

               That ape their betters.
imitate

25
In this braw age o' wit and lear,
fine, knowledge

Will nane the Shepherd's whistle mair
none, more

Blaw sweetly in its native air
blow

               And rural grace,

And wi' the far-fam'd Grecian share

30
               A rival place?

Yes! there is ane; a Scottish callan!
one, fellow

There's ane: come forrit, honest Allan!
one, forward

Thou need na jouk behint the hallan,
not hide behind, partition

               A chiel sae clever;
chap so

35
The teeth o' Time may gnaw Tamtallan,
3
chew/turn to rubble

               But thou's for ever.

Thou paints auld Nature to the nines,
old

In thy sweet Caledonian lines;

Nae gowden stream thro' myrtles twines
no golden, meanders

40
               Where Philomel,

While nightly breezes sweep the vines,

               Her griefs will tell!

Thy rural loves are Nature's sel';
self

Nae bombast spates o' nonsense swell;
no, floods

45
Nae snap conceits, but that sweet spell
no

               O' witchin loove,

That charm that can the strongest quell,

               The sternest move.

In gowany glens thy burnie strays,
flowery, burn

50
Where bonie lasses bleach their claes;
pretty, clothes

Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes
bushes, hill sides

               Wi' hawthorns gray,

Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays

               At close o' day. 

Ultimately, rightly authenticated by Kinsley, there had been doubt about this being by Burns. Despite a holograph, Gilbert Burns thought it not his brother's in the amended Currie edition of 1820. Scott–Douglas (1867) and Henley–Henderson (1896) repeated the old chestnut of Burns's classic knowledge being inadequate to the poem's range of allusion. The image of the restricted ploughman poet dies hard. In actual fact no Scottish vernacular voice in the late eighteenth century spoke with this degree and, indeed, intelligent ease of allusion. See, for example, the compressed comparisons (ll. 13–18) between classical and English literary achievement. Given as we now know that Burns not only avidly read about the classical world but transcribed parts of Gibbon's
Decline and Fall,
as surviving holograph notes in the Wisbech and Fenland Museum reveal.
The poem's range of allusion is easily within his range. Characteristic of him, too, is the notion that post-Ramsay, there is a potential in the Scottish vernacular to achieve a quality of realistic pastoral poetry not achieved since the golden days of Greece. Certainly Wordsworth, trying himself to break through to a new plain rural speech, considered Burns had got there before him. See Andrew Noble ‘Wordsworth and Burns: The Anxiety of Being under the Influence', in
Critical Essays on Robert Burns,
ed. McGuirk, GK. Hall (1998), pp. 49–62.

1
Anna L. Barbauld, English radical poet (1743–1825).

2
David Herd (d. 1810).

3
A castle by North Berwick.

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