Collected Pseudo-works of Robbie Burns

1995


A LITTLE KNOWN FACT of Robbie Burns life is that he was once nominated to become a candidate for the newly-founded Chair of Agriculture at Edinburgh University, but he declined this prospect. For centuries, civilization has pondered as to what might have happened should he have taken this position. More importantly, much speculation has centered around as to exactly why he declined the nomination, and as to what triggered his switch in careers to that of excise-man.

SCHOLARLY RESEARCH has now uncovered a series of manuscripts, misfiled in the archives of the Scottish Agricultural Extension Office (Dumfries Division) under the general title: Streams and the bodies therein (miscellaneous) -- clearly a clerical misinterpretation of the word "Burns". It now appears that Burns was willing and ready to take the position of Professor of Agriculture at Edinburgh, except for the fact that the position was funded entirely by soft-money, and therefore would have to be supported by grants.

WE HAVE BEEN UNABLE to recover any of the Agricultural grants written by Burns to cover his salary. However, in the Dumfries archives, we did find a series of Extension Publications which suggests he took the prospect of the position quite seriously (examples include "How to grow a red, red rose, and make it flow'r in June"; "The Tam o'Shanter and Cutty Sark: patterns and sewing instructions": a contribution for the pest-control division entitled "To (get rid of) a mouse"; an exercise miscellany entitled:"Rusticity's ungainly form, and how to improve it for only minutes a day") and, of course, "Ten tips to Great Hogmagundie".

WE WERE ALSO LUCKY ENOUGH to find a letter written apparently in response to a governmental move to cut the funding of both the Scottish Endowment for the Arts and the Corporation for Public Broadsheets; we speculate that both were funding sources to which Burns may have been submitting Interdisciplinary Proposals in the general area of Agricultural Poetry. In any case, it appears that none of the grant proposals were successful, which satisfactorily explains why Burns never took the chair at Edinburgh, but it left him a bitter man....

The poem is entitled: To a Newt, someone or thing he apparently didn't like.


TO A NEWT

Ha! Whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly,
I canna say that ye strunt rarely
through halls o' powr
Tho' faith! Ye bring nae sense or style
Tae sic a place.

Ye ugly, crepin, blastit wonner.
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye try to snatch the coin
from noble arts and song?
Gae somewhere else and make your cuts
on some poor loun.

My sooth! ye tak that Murdoch money
advanced sae quick and wi'out any
quid pro quo, I need that quid in the grant of mine,
Restore my funds and hope today,
for auld lang syne.

O Newty, still ye shake your head,
ye'll keep the money and cut instead
I to join the excise go,
to tax ye till ye squeal,
your monies to some duddie artist makes
sic fine a meal!

O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae manie a blunder free us
An foolish notion:
Where Newt in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
defies contemplation!



Copyright © 1995 David W. Galbraith, Tucson, Arizona