Loch Lomond and Dumbarton References
Local Burns lovers have always been happy
to relate the tale of Rabbie's journey through the district,
when he was made freeman of Dumbarton. I had heard references
to his night on Loch Lomond side and his ill-fated race with
a local "Highlandman" down the lochside on his horse,
Jenny Geddes.

I often wondered how much truth there was
in this story. It
was only recently that I read the actual letter he had written
to one of his old friends, James Smith, recounting the story.
It seems that we made Rabbie very welcome!
In this first letter he had just left the then
new town of Inverary and stopped off at Arrochar. He had not
been enamoured by his highland hosts so far and it was in the inn
at Inverary (probably now the Argyll hotel) that he scratched
on a window the following lines ...
WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here,
I pity much
his case,
Unless he comes to wait upon
The Lord their God, His
Grace.
There's naething here but Highland pride,
And
Highland scab and hunger:
If Providence has sent me here,
'Twas
surely in his anger.
If it's any consolation
to the West Highlanders, the above verses were written after he
had been rejected as a guest of the Duke of Argyll at the recently
built Inverary Castle. Apparently the Duke was hosting a party
at the time so there was no room for Burns. His acerbic lines were
probably greatly influenced by this event. Things clearly improved
from that point as illustrated in his next letter.
"To MR. ROBERT AINSLIE. [A
young writer in Edinburgh.]
ARROCHAR, 28th June 1787.
My dear
sir,
I write this on my tour through a country where
savage streams tumble over savage mountains, thinly overspread
with savage flocks, which sparingly support as savage inhabitants.
My last stage was Inverary--to-morrow night's stage Dumbarton.
I ought sooner to have answered your kind letter, but you know
I am a man of many sins.
R. B.
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So he wrote as he prepared for his visit to Dumbarton.
The next letter relates the story of his overnight stay at Bannachra,
on Loch Lomondside.
To MR. JAMES
SMITH, LINLITHGOW, FORMERLY OF MAUCHLINE. June 30th,1787.
MY DEAR FRIEND,
On
our return, at a Highland gentleman's hospitable mansion,
[at Bannachra, on Loch Lomond Side] we
fell in with a merry party, and danced till the ladies left us,
at three in the morning. Our dancing was none of the French or
English insipid formal movements; the ladies sung Scotch songs
like angels, at intervals; then we flew at Bab at the Bowster,
Tullochgorum, Loch Erroch Side, etc., like midges sporting in the
mottie sun, or craws prognosticating a storm in a hairst day.
When the dear lasses left us, we ranged
round the bowl till the good-fellow hour of six; except a
few minutes that we went out to pay our devotions to the glorious
lamp of day peering over the towering top of Benlomond. We
all kneeled; our worthy landlord's son held the bowl; each
man a full glass in his hand; and I, as priest, repeated some
rhyming nonsense, like Thomas-a-Rhymer's prophecies, I suppose.
After a small refreshment of the gifts of Somnus, we proceeded
to spend the day on Lochlomond, and reached Dumbarton in the
evening.
We dined at another good fellow's house, and, consequently,
pushed the bottle; when we went out to mount our horses we
found ourselves "No
vera fou but gaylie yet." My
two friends and I rode soberly down the Loch side, till
by came a Highlandman at the gallop, on a tolerably good
horse, but which had never known the ornaments of iron or
leather. We scorned to be out-galloped by a Highlandman,
so off we started, whip and spur. My companions, though seemingly
gaily mounted, fell sadly astern; but my old mare, Jenny
Geddes, one of the Rosinante family, she strained past the
Highlandman in spite of all his efforts with the hair halter:
just as I was passing him, Donald wheeled his horse, as if
to cross before me to mar my progress, when down came his
horse, and threw his rider's breekless arse in a clipt hedge;
and down came Jenny Geddes over all, and my hardship between
her and the Highlandman's horse.
Jenny Geddes trode over
me with such cautious reverence, that matters were not
so bad as might well have been expected; so I came off with
a few cuts and bruises, and a thorough resolution to be
a pattern of sobriety for the future. I have yet fixed on nothing
with respect to the serious business of life. I am, just
as usual, a rhyming, mason-making, raking, aimless, idle
fellow. However, I shall somewhere have a farm soon. I
was going to say, a wife too; but that must never be my blessed
lot ... [here ends the local interest]
by R. B."
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From Mossgiel on 7th July, 1787 in a letter to John Richmond, friend from Edinburgh, Burns included the following ...
"... I have lately been rambling over by Dumbarton and Inverary, and running a drunken race on the side of Loch Lomond with a wild Highlandman; his horse, which had never known the ornaments of iron or leather, zigzagged across before my old spavin’d hunter, whose name is Jenny Geddes, and down came the Highlandman, horse and all, and down came Jenny and my bardship; so I have got such a skinful of bruises and wounds, that I shall be at least four weeks before I dare venture on my journey to Edinburgh."
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So there we have it. Rabbie
got seriously bevied and had a great time on Loch Lomond
side, women, all night parties, drunken horse races, cuts
and bruises, et al. He did however make it to Dumbarton
via Balloch, the Vale of Leven and Renton but one can only
guess at the state he was in when he arrived. I suppose he
must have had time to tidy himself up because the town elders
made him a freeman of the Burgh.
It is also worth noting that
Burns made a reference to the music for "Dumbarton's
Drums" in this next letter. This is an old, traditional
Scots song but perhaps Burns first heard it that night
he spent in Dumbarton. It may even be that Lenny Moore
sang it to him (sorry Lenny :o) |
"TO THE REV. JOHN SKINNER.
EDINBURGH, 14th February 1788.
Reverend and Dear Sir,
I have been a cripple now
near three months, though I am getting vastly better, and have
been very much hurried
beside, or else I would have wrote you sooner. I must beg your
pardon
for the epistle you sent me appearing in the Magazine. I had
given a
copy or two to some of my intimate friends, but did not know
of the
printing of it till the publication of the Magazine. However,
as it does
great honour to us both, you will forgive it.
The second volume of the songs I mentioned to
you in my last is
published to-day. I send you a copy, which I beg you will accept
as a
mark of the veneration I have long had, and shall ever have, for
your
character, and of the claim I make to your continued acquaintance.
Your
songs appear in the third volume, with your name in the index;
as I
assure you, Sir, I have heard your "Tullochgorum," particularly
among
our west-country folks, given to many different names, and most
commonly
to the immortal author of "The Minstrel," who, indeed,
never wrote any
thing superior to "Gie's a sang, Montgomery cried."
Your
brother has
promised me your verses to the Marquis of Huntley's reel, which
certainly deserve a place in the collection. My kind host, Mr.
Cruikshank, of the High School here, and said to be one of the
best
Latins in this age, begs me to make you his grateful acknowledgments
for
the entertainment he has got in a Latin publication of yours,
that I
borrowed for him from your acquaintance and much-respected friend
in this place, the Rev. Dr. Webster.
Mr. Cruikshank maintains
that you
write the best Latin since Buchanan. I leave Edinburgh to-morrow,
but
shall return in three weeks. Your song you mentioned in your
last, to
the tune of "Dumbarton Drums," and the other, which
you say was done by
a brother in trade of mine, a ploughman, I shall thank you for
a copy of
each. I am ever, Reverend Sir, with the most respectful esteem
and
sincere veneration,
yours, R. B."
Any contributions that anyone can offer related
to Burn's visit to our area would be most welcome.
