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Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay

 Beautiful silvery Tay,
With your landscapes, so lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the way;
No other river in the world has got scenery more fine,
Only I am told the beautiful Rhine,
Near to Wormit Bay, it seems very fine,
Where the Railway Bridge is towering above its waters sublime,
And the beautiful ship Mars,
With her Juvenile Tare,
Both lively and gay,
Does carelessly lie By night and by day,
In the beautiful Bay
Of the silvery Tay.
Beautiful, beautiful silvery Tay, Thy scenery is enchanting on a fine summer day, Near by Balnerino it is beautiful to behold, When the trees are in full bloom and the cornfields seems like gold - And nature's face seems gay, And the lambkins they do play, And the humming bee is on the wing, It is enough to make one sing, While they carelessly do stray, Along the beautiful banks of the silvery Tay, Beautiful silvery Tay, Rolling smoothly on your way, Near by Newport, as clear as the day, Thy scenery around is charming I'll be bound.
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And would make the heart of any one feel light and gay on a fine summer day, To view the beautiful scenery along the banks of the silvery Tay.


Written by John Masefield | Create an image from this poem

Captain Strattons Fancy

 OH some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, 
And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight; 
But rum alone's the tipple, and the heart's delight 
Of the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French, And some'll swallow tay and stuff fit only for a wench; But I'm for right Jamaica till I roll beneath the bench, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are for the lily, and some are for the rose, But I am for the sugar-cane that in Jamaica grows; For it's that that makes the bonny drink to warm my copper nose, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of fiddles, and a song well sung, And some are all for music for to lilt upon the tongue; But mouths were made for tankards, and for sucking at the bung, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are fond of dancing, and some are fond of dice, And some are all for red lips, and pretty lasses' eyes; But a right Jamaica puncheon is a finer prize To the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some that's good and godly ones they hold that it's a sin To troll the jolly bowl around, and let the dollars spin; But I'm for toleration and for drinking at an inn, Says the old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Oh some are sad and wretched folk that go in silken suits, And there's a mort of wicked rogues that live in good reputes; So I'm for drinking honestly, and dying in my boots, Like an old bold mate of Henry Morgan.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

Jottings of New York

 Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold--
Your buildings are magnificent-- the truth be it told--
They were the only thing that seemed to arrest my eye,
Because many of them are thirteen storeys high;

And as for Central Park, it is lovely to be seen--
Especially in the summer season when its shrubberies are green
And the Burns Statue is there to be seen,
Surrounded by trees on the beautiful sward so green;
Also Shakespeare and the immortal Sir Walter Scott,
Which by Scotchmen and Englishmen will never be forgot.
There are people on the Sabbath day in thousands resort-- All lov'd, in conversation, and eager for sport; And some of them viewing the wild beasts there, While the joyous shouts of children does rend the air-- And also beautiful black swans, I do declare.
And there's beautiful boats to be seen there, And joyous shouts of children does rend the air, While the boats sail along with them o'er Lohengrin Lake, And fare is 5 cents for children, and adults ten is all they take.
And there's also summer-house shades, and merry-go-rounds And with the merry laughter of the children the Park resounds, During the live-long Sabbath day Enjoying themselves at the merry-go-round play.
Then there's the elevated railroads abont five storeys high, Which the inhabitants can hear night and day passing by; Of, such a mass of people there daily do throng-- No less than five 100,000 daily pass along; And all along the city you can get for five cents-- And, believe me, among the passengers there's few discontent.
And the top of the houses are mostly all flat, And in the warm weather the people gather to chat; Besides, on the housetops they dry their clothes; And, also, many people all night on the housetops repose.
And numerous ships end steamboats are there to be seen, Sailing along the East River water, which is very green-- Which is certainly a most beautiful sight To see them sailing o'er the smooth water day and night.
And as for Brooklyn Bridge, it's a very great height, And fills the stranger's heart with wonder at first sight; And with all its loftiness I venture to say It cannot surpass the new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay.
And there's also ten thousand rumsellers there-- Oh, wonderful to think of, I do declare! To accommodate the people of New York therein, And to encourage them to commit all sorts of sin.
And on the Sabbath day ye will see many a man Going for beer with a big tin can, And seems proud to be seen carrying home the beer To treat his neighbours and his family dear.
Then at night numbers of the people dance and sing, Making the walls of their houses to ring With their songs and dancing on Sabbath night, Which I witnessed with disgust, and fled from the sight.
And with regard to New York and the sights I did see-- Believe me, I never saw such sights in Dundee; And the morning I sailed from the city of New York My heart it felt as light as a cork.
Written by Robert Burns | Create an image from this poem

62. Epistle to William Simson

 I GAT your letter, winsome Willie;
Wi’ gratefu’ heart I thank you brawlie;
Tho’ I maun say’t, I wad be silly,
 And unco vain,
Should I believe, my coaxin billie
 Your flatterin strain.
But I’se believe ye kindly meant it: I sud be laith to think ye hinted Ironic satire, sidelins sklented On my poor Musie; Tho’ in sic phraisin terms ye’ve penn’d it, I scarce excuse ye.
My senses wad be in a creel, Should I but dare a hope to speel Wi’ Allan, or wi’ Gilbertfield, The braes o’ fame; Or Fergusson, the writer-chiel, A deathless name.
(O Fergusson! thy glorious parts Ill suited law’s dry, musty arts! My curse upon your whunstane hearts, Ye E’nbrugh gentry! The tithe o’ what ye waste at cartes Wad stow’d his pantry!) Yet when a tale comes i’ my head, Or lassies gie my heart a screed— As whiles they’re like to be my dead, (O sad disease!) I kittle up my rustic reed; It gies me ease.
Auld Coila now may fidge fu’ fain, She’s gotten poets o’ her ain; Chiels wha their chanters winna hain, But tune their lays, Till echoes a’ resound again Her weel-sung praise.
Nae poet thought her worth his while, To set her name in measur’d style; She lay like some unkenn’d-of-isle Beside New Holland, Or whare wild-meeting oceans boil Besouth Magellan.
Ramsay an’ famous Fergusson Gied Forth an’ Tay a lift aboon; Yarrow an’ Tweed, to monie a tune, Owre Scotland rings; While Irwin, Lugar, Ayr, an’ Doon Naebody sings.
Th’ Illissus, Tiber, Thames, an’ Seine, Glide sweet in monie a tunefu’ line: But Willie, set your fit to mine, An’ cock your crest; We’ll gar our streams an’ burnies shine Up wi’ the best! We’ll sing auld Coila’s plains an’ fells, Her moors red-brown wi’ heather bells, Her banks an’ braes, her dens and dells, Whare glorious Wallace Aft bure the gree, as story tells, Frae Suthron billies.
At Wallace’ name, what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring-tide flood! Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace’ side, Still pressing onward, red-wat-shod, Or glorious died! O, sweet are Coila’s haughs an’ woods, When lintwhites chant amang the buds, And jinkin hares, in amorous whids, Their loves enjoy; While thro’ the braes the cushat croods With wailfu’ cry! Ev’n winter bleak has charms to me, When winds rave thro’ the naked tree; Or frosts on hills of Ochiltree Are hoary gray; Or blinding drifts wild-furious flee, Dark’ning the day! O Nature! a’ thy shews an’ forms To feeling, pensive hearts hae charms! Whether the summer kindly warms, Wi’ life an light; Or winter howls, in gusty storms, The lang, dark night! The muse, nae poet ever fand her, Till by himsel he learn’d to wander, Adown some trottin burn’s meander, An’ no think lang: O sweet to stray, an’ pensive ponder A heart-felt sang! The war’ly race may drudge an’ drive, Hog-shouther, jundie, stretch, an’ strive; Let me fair Nature’s face descrive, And I, wi’ pleasure, Shall let the busy, grumbling hive Bum owre their treasure.
Fareweel, “my rhyme-composing” brither! We’ve been owre lang unkenn’d to ither: Now let us lay our heads thegither, In love fraternal: May envy wallop in a tether, Black fiend, infernal! While Highlandmen hate tools an’ taxes; While moorlan’s herds like guid, fat braxies; While terra firma, on her axis, Diurnal turns; Count on a friend, in faith an’ practice, In Robert Burns.
POSTCRIPTMY memory’s no worth a preen; I had amaist forgotten clean, Ye bade me write you what they mean By this “new-light,” ’Bout which our herds sae aft hae been Maist like to fight.
In days when mankind were but callans At grammar, logic, an’ sic talents, They took nae pains their speech to balance, Or rules to gie; But spak their thoughts in plain, braid lallans, Like you or me.
In thae auld times, they thought the moon, Just like a sark, or pair o’ shoon, Wore by degrees, till her last roon Gaed past their viewin; An’ shortly after she was done They gat a new ane.
This passed for certain, undisputed; It ne’er cam i’ their heads to doubt it, Till chiels gat up an’ wad confute it, An’ ca’d it wrang; An’ muckle din there was about it, Baith loud an’ lang.
Some herds, weel learn’d upo’ the beuk, Wad threap auld folk the thing misteuk; For ’twas the auld moon turn’d a neuk An’ out of’ sight, An’ backlins-comin to the leuk She grew mair bright.
This was deny’d, it was affirm’d; The herds and hissels were alarm’d The rev’rend gray-beards rav’d an’ storm’d, That beardless laddies Should think they better wer inform’d, Than their auld daddies.
Frae less to mair, it gaed to sticks; Frae words an’ aiths to clours an’ nicks; An monie a fallow gat his licks, Wi’ hearty crunt; An’ some, to learn them for their tricks, Were hang’d an’ brunt.
This game was play’d in mony lands, An’ auld-light caddies bure sic hands, That faith, the youngsters took the sands Wi’ nimble shanks; Till lairds forbad, by strict commands, Sic bluidy pranks.
But new-light herds gat sic a cowe, Folk thought them ruin’d stick-an-stowe; Till now, amaist on ev’ry knowe Ye’ll find ane plac’d; An’ some their new-light fair avow, Just quite barefac’d.
Nae doubt the auld-light flocks are bleatin; Their zealous herds are vex’d an’ sweatin; Mysel’, I’ve even seen them greetin Wi’ girnin spite, To hear the moon sae sadly lied on By word an’ write.
But shortly they will cowe the louns! Some auld-light herds in neebor touns Are mind’t, in things they ca’ balloons, To tak a flight; An’ stay ae month amang the moons An’ see them right.
Guid observation they will gie them; An’ when the auld moon’s gaun to lea’e them, The hindmaist shaird, they’ll fetch it wi’ them Just i’ their pouch; An’ when the new-light billies see them, I think they’ll crouch! Sae, ye observe that a’ this clatter Is naething but a “moonshine matter”; But tho’ dull prose-folk Latin splatter In logic tulyie, I hope we bardies ken some better Than mind sic brulyie.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Newport Railway

 Success to the Newport Railway,
Along the braes of the Silvery Tay,
And to Dundee straghtway,
Across the Railway Bridge o' the Silvery Tay,
Which was opened on the 12th of May,
In the year of our Lord 1879,
Which will clear all expenses in a very short time
Because the thrifty housewives of Newport
To Dundee will often resort,
Which will be to them profit and sport,
By bringing cheap tea, bread, and jam,
And also some of Lipton's ham,
Which will make their hearts feel light and gay,
And cause them to bless the opening day
Of the Newport Railway.
The train is most beautiful to be seen, With its long, white curling cloud of steam, As the Train passes on her way Along the bonnie braes o' the Silvery Tay.
And if the people of Dundee Should feel inclined to have a spree, I am sure 'twill fill their hearts with glee By crossing o'er to Newport, And there they can have excellent sport, By viewing the scenery beautiful and gay, During the livelong summer day, And then they can return at night With spirits light and gay, By the Newport Railway, By night or by day, Across the Railway Gridge o' the Silvery Tay.
Success to the undertakers of the Newport Railway, Hoping the Lord will their labours repay, And prove a blessing to the people For many a long day Who live near by Newport On the bonnie braes o' the Silvery Tay.


Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

Beautiful Crief

 Ye lovers of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief,
Take my advice, and visit the ancient town of Crieff;
The climate is bracing, and the walks lovely to see.
Besides, ye can ramble over the district, and view the beautiful scenery.
The town is admirably situated from the cold winter winds, And the visitors, during their stay there, great comfort finds, Because there is boating and fishing, and admission free, Therefore they can enjoy themselves right merrily.
There is also golf courses, tennis greens, and good roads, Which will make the travelling easier to tourists with great loads, And which will make the bicyclists' hearts feel gay, Because they have everything there to make an enjoyable holiday.
The principal river there is the Earn, rolling on its way, And which flows from Loch Earn, and joins the silvery Tay Above Newburgh, after a course of more than thirty miles; And as the tourist views the scene with joy he smiles.
The princely domain of Drummond Castle is most beautiful to be seen, Especially when the woody landscape is blown full green, And from the entrance gate to the castle an avenue extends all the way, And to view the branches of the frees interlacing makes the heart feel gay.
Drummond Castle's flowery gardens are really very grand; They cannot be surpassed in Great Britain, And in the summer-time the bee and the butterfly are there on the wing, And with the carolling of birds the gardens doth ring.
And from Knock Hill on the north and west, The view from its summit is considered the best; Because the Grampians and the Ochils can be seen, While the beautiful rich fertile valley lies between.
And there are many seats where the weary traveller can rest, And there is also a fountain of water, the very best, While visitors can drink of while resting there, And gaze on the magnificent scenery and inhale the pure air.
Then there's Lady Mary's Walk near the Bridge of Turret, Which I hope visitors will go and see and not forget, Because near by grows a magnificent oak most lovely to see, Which is known by the name of Eppie Callum's Tree.
And at each end of this walk the visitors can ascend Laggan Hill, And as they view the woods and fields with joy their hearts And they will find seats plenteous on this elevated bower, On which they may rest and wile away the hour.
The Hydropathic is situated on an eminence most grand, And is one of the largest buildings in fair Scotland; And capable of accommodating five hundred visitors, who often call there, To recuperate their health and breathe the fragrant air.
Then there's Abercairny, which is most beautiful to view, And Her Majesty the Queen visited the grounds in 1842; And the park and the trees has the aspect of a southern scene, And the lovely appearance of it gladdened the heart of our Queen.
Then there's the village of Foulis, which tourists ought to see, Because the scenery there is charming and pretty; And there's a sycamore tree there that was planted 300 years ago, And I'm sure the sight thereof will please both high and low.
Therefore, in conclusion, to all lovers of the beautiful I will say, If ye really wish to spend an enjoyable holiday, I would recommend Crieff for lovely scenery and pure air; Besides, the climate gives health to many visitors during their stay there.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Famous Tay Whale

 'TWAS in the month of December, and in the year l883,
That a monster whale came to Dundee,
Resolved for a few days to sport and play,
And devour the small fishes in the silvery Tay.
So the monster whale did sport and play Among the innocent little fishes in the beautiful Tay, Until he was seen by some men one day, And they resolved to catch him without delay.
When it came to be known a whale was seen in the Tay, Some men began to talk and to say, We must try and catch this monster of a whale, So come on, brave boys, and never say fail.
Then the people together in crowds did run, Resolved to capture the whale and to have some fun! So small boats were launched on the silvery Tay, While the monster of the deep did sport and play.
Oh! it was a most fearful and beautiful sight, To see it lashing the water with its tail all its might, And making the water ascend like a shower of hail, With one lash of its ugly and mighty tail.
Then the water did descend on the men in the boats, Which wet their trousers and also their coats; But it only made them the more determined to catch the whale, But the whale shook at them his tail.
Then the whale began to puff and to blow, While the men and the boats after him did go, Armed well with harpoons for the fray, Which they fired at him without dismay.
And they laughed and grinned just like wild baboons, While they fired at him their sharp harpoons: But when struck with,the harpoons he dived below, Which filled his pursuers' hearts with woe.
Because they guessed they had lost a prize, Which caused the tears to well up in their eyes; And in that their anticipations were only right, Because he sped on to Stonehaven with all his might: And was first seen by the crew of a Gourdon fishing boat Which they thought was a big coble upturned afloat; But when they drew near they saw it was a whale, So they resolved to tow it ashore without fail.
So they got a rope from each boat tied round his tail, And landed their burden at Stonehaven without fail; And when the people saw it their voices they did raise, Declaring that the brave fishermen deserved great praise.
And my opinion is that God sent the whale in time of need, No matter what other people may think or what is their creed; I know fishermen in general are often very poor, And God in His goodness sent it drive poverty from their door.
So Mr John Wood has bought it for two hundred and twenty-six pound, And has brought it to Dundee all safe and all sound; Which measures 40 feet in length from the snout to the tail, So I advise the people far and near to see it without fail.
Then hurrah! for the mighty monster whale, Which has got 17 feet 4 inches from tip to tip of a tail! Which can be seen for a sixpence or a shilling, That is to say, if the people all are willing.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

The Inauguration of the Hill o Balgay

 Beautiful Hill o' Balgay,
With your green frees and flowers fair,
'Tis health for the old and young
For to be walking there,
To breathe the fragrant air
Emanating from the green bushes
And beautiful flowers there,
Then they can through the burying-ground roam,
And read the epitaphs on the tombstones
Before they go home.
There the lovers can wander safe arm in arm, For policemen are there to protect them from harm And to watch there all day, So that no accident can befall them In the Hill o' Balgay.
Then there's Harry Scott's mansion, Most beautiful to be seen, Also the Law Hill, likewise the Magdalen Green, And the silvery Tay, Rolling on its way.
And the coast of Fife, And the beautiful town of St.
Andrews, Where Cardinal Beaten lost his life; And to be seen on a clear summer day, From the top of the beautiful Hill o' Balgay.
On the opening day of the Hill o' Balgay, It was a most beautiful sight to see Numerous bands, with flags and banners, assembled in Dundee, All in grand procession, with spirits light, that day, March'd out the Blackness Road to the Hill o' Balgay.
The Earl o' Dalhousie was there on the opening day, Also Harry Scott, the young laird o' Balgay, And he made a great speech to the people there, And they applauded him with cries that rent the air.
The Earl o' Dalhousie made a fine speech in his turn, And said there was only one thing that caus'd him to mourn,- There was no profection from the rain in the Hill o' Balgay, And he would give another five hundred pounds away For to erect a shed for the people upon a rainy day, To keep them dry and comfortable on the Hill o' Balgay.
Then the people applauded him with three loud cheers, For their hearts were all opened, and flowed with joyous tears, So they all dispers'd quietly with spirits light that day, And that ended the inauguration of the Hill o' Balgay.
Written by William Topaz McGonagall | Create an image from this poem

Beautiful Balmerino

 Beautiful Balmermo on the bonnie banks of Tay,
It's a very bonnie spot in the months of June or May;
The scenery there is charming and fascinating to see,
Especially the surroundings of the old Abbey, 

Which is situated in the midst of trees on a rugged hill,
Which visitors can view at their own free will;
And the trees and shrubberies are lovely to view,
Especially the trees on each side of the avenue 

Which leads up to the Abbey amongst the trees;
And in the summer time it's frequented with bees,
And also crows with their unmusical cry,
Which is a great annoyance to the villagers that live near by.
And there in the summer season the mavis sings, And with her charming notes the woodland rings; And the sweet-scented zephyrs is borne upon the gale, Which is most refreshing and invigorating to inhale.
Then there's the stately Castle of Balmerino Situated in the midst of trees, a magnificent show, And bordering on the banks o' the silvery Tay, Where visitors can spend a happy holiday.
As they view the castle and scenery around It will help to cheer their spirits I'll be bound; And if they wish to view Wormit Bay They can walk along the braes o' the silvery Tay.
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An Address to the New Tay Bridge

 Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay,
With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array,
And your thirteen central girders, which seem to my eye
Strong enough all windy storms to defy.
And as I gaze upon thee my heart feels gay, Because thou are the greatest railway bridge of the present day, And can be seen for miles away From North, South, East or West of the Tay On a beautiful and clear sunshiny day, And ought to make the hearts of the "Mars" boys feel gay, Because thine equal nowhere can be seen, Only near by Dundee and the bonnie Magdalen Green.
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With thy beautiful side-screens along your railway, Which will be a great protection on a windy day, So as the railway carriages won`t be blown away, And ought to cheer the hearts of the passengers night and day As they are conveyed along thy beautiful railway, And towering above the Silvery Tay, Spanning the beautiful river shore to shore Upwards of two miles and more, Which is most beautiful to be seen Near by Dundee and the bonnie Magdalen Green, Thy structure to my eye seems strong and grand, And the workmanship most skilfully planned; And I hope the designers, Messrs Barlow and Arrol, will prosper for many a day For erecting thee across the beautiful Tay.
And I think nobody need have the least dismay To cross o`er thee by night or by day, Because thy strength is visible to be seen Near by Dundee and the bonnie Magdalen Green.
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, I wish you success for many a year and a day, And I hope thousands of people will come from faraway, Both high and low without delay, From the North, South, East and West, Because as a railway bridge thou art the best; Thou standest unequalled to be seen Near by Dundee and bonnie Magdalen Green.
And for beauty thou art most lovely to be seen As the train crosses o'er thee with her cloud of steam; And you look well, painted the colour of marone, And to find thy equal there is none, Which, without fear of contradiction, I venture to say, Because you are the longest railway bridge of the present day That now crosses o'er a tidal river stream, And the most handsome to be seen Near by Dundee and the bonnie Magdalen Green.
The New Yorkers boast about their Brooklyn Bridge, But in comparison to thee it seems like a midge, Because thou spannest the Silvery Tay A mile and more longer I venture to say; Besides the railway carriages are pulled across by a rope, Therefore Brooklyn Bridge cannot with thee cope; And as you have been opened on the 20th day of June, I hope Her Majesty Queen Victoria will visit thee very soon, Because thou art worthy of a visit from Duke, Lord or Queen, And strong and securely built, which is most worthy to be seen Near by Dundee and the bonnie Magdalen Green.