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(Robert Burns, Tam O' Shanter) "But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever; Or like the Borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the Rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm."


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.

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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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Dumbarton and Luss Milestone

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.

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Can anyone let me have the full, correct words of our three best known local songs, i.e.

The Braes o' B'nill (Bonhill)

The Valley where the Leven Flows

Beautiful Vale.

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Dumbarton's Drums
(Traditional)

Dumbarton's drums, they sound so bonnie
When they remind me of my Johnny
What fond delight can steal upon me
when Johnny kneels and kisses me

Across the fields of bounding heather
Dumbarton tolls the hour of pleasure
a song of love that has no measure
When Johnny kneels and sings to me

Tis he alone that can delight me
His graceful eye, it doth invite me
And when his tender arms enfold me
The blackest night doth turn and dee

My love he is a handsome laddie
And tho he is Dumbarton's caddie
Someday I'll be a captain's lady
When Johnny tends his vows to me.

(Caddie=messenger boy)

Listen to the song
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"Pay the Dog "on Cantaria