In the year Nineteen Hundred and Two,
There was great sadness and to-do.
All the world did – alack – don a pall,
To mourn poor William McGonagall
Before he was cruelly struck down,
He was a poet of great renown.
His use of rhymes was very thorough,
Until he died in Edinburgh.
When McGonagall performed his shows
The crowd showered him with potatoes
And other forms of vegetation
As a token of their admiration
William McGonagall (1825 – 1902) is remembered affectionately as Scotland’s worst poet. Indeed, it was his status as a bad poet who only seemed partially in on the joke, which has ensured the longevity of his truly awful so-called ‘Poetic Gems’.
McGonagall lived much of his life in Dundee, but also stayed in Perth and Edinburgh. As a performing poet, McGonagall toured much of Scotland. His travels also took him to London and even as far as New York.
During his career, he wrote terrible poems about everything from the Boer War to Sunlight Soap. The Historic Environment Scotland (HES) archive holds a large amount of photographs and drawings depicting life in Victorian Scotland, and can be used to help illustrate some of the more memorable events from McGonagall’s life, and to help depict some of the places he tried to describe in his poetry.
Oh, Bonnie Dundee!
It was while working as a weaver in Dundee – at a time that this industry was becoming increasingly mechanised – that William McGonagall was inspired to become a poet, despite his own admission that he knew ‘nothing about poetry’. You can judge for yourself whether he was downplaying his own abilities in this extract from a poem he penned about Dundee:
And your Tramways, I must confess,
That they have proved a complete success,
Which I am right glad to see …
And a very great improvement to Bonnie Dundee.
The image here is a photograph from the HES archives showing Dundee in the 1870s, the time that McGonagall was living there. It is now possible to zoom in on this image – among others – on our Canmore website. By zooming in on this photograph you can see clearly the tramlines praised in McGonagall’s poem. Other interesting highlights include the numerous posters advertising emigration to distant places, and the gentleman in front of the wine merchants engaging in some impressive bottle-balancing.
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay
One of McGonagall’s most well-known poems today is his account of the Tay Railway Bridge disaster (1879), one of the worst railway accidents in British history. This poem, as well as the piece he wrote to commemorate the opening of the bridge in 1878, brought William McGonagall recognition both during and after his life. In the poem, McGonagall lamented that
…your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses
Victoria is a good Queen, which all her subjects know
In 1878, a year after he had chosen to become a poet, William McGonagall decided to seek the patronage of Queen Victoria, so on a ‘beautiful sunshiny day’, he walked the sixty miles from Dundee to Balmoral. It should come as no surprise that the optimistic poet did not get further than the palace gate-keeper, who threatened to have him arrested, and he had to walk all the way back home. Despite this setback, McGonagall chose to display the royal coat of arms at the top of his printed poems anyway.
My Genius has been disregarded
Although a popular local character in Dundee, McGonagall evidently found it hard to make a living from his poetry and performing, and in 1894 he was evicted from his residence in Dundee. He lived for a few months in Perth, a place he had previously written about:
I advise you all without delay to go
And see the Fair Maid’s House – it is a rare show.
McGonagall also wrote about Edinburgh, where he moved to after leaving Perth in 1895:
I will tell the world boldly without dismay
You have the biggest college in the world at the present day
McGonagall here was writing about the New College on the Mound, but it was near to the Old College – on South College Street – that William McGonagall was staying at the time of his death in 1902. He died in poverty, and was buried in an unmarked grave in Greyfriars Kirkyard.
Here ends our McGonagall blog,
It turns out his life was quite a slog.
I can’t help feeling a bit sad,
Although his poems were very bad.
If you have enjoyed McGonagall’s poetic works,
With all its forced rhyme and quirks,
You can easily find out more online,
Or in a book, that would be fine.
If instead you’ve had your fill,
Of words by poor McGonagall,
You can see more photos, new and old,
On our Canmore website, so I’m told.