Robert Burns for Independence
In this article I show the unbound Scottish patriotism of Robert Burns and argue he would have been a leading voice of the Yes Campaign. Although there will always be those who will toast an anodyne, simplistic Kailyard grass-chewing peasant ‘Burns’ who is an abstract, universal white knight of ‘friendship’ the world o’er, this out-of-context unhistorical ‘Burns’ never did exist. The real poet was a revolutionary republican of nationalist sentiment with passionate egalitarian views; he was anti-war, anti-imperialist, anti-slave, detested corruption in politics with vehement outrage, wished to see the overthrow of the Feudal system and believed in the rights and political suffrage of the common people. Burns was, as Thomas Crawford has shown, the quintessential political poet par excellence.
Robert Burns was a man who could have changed the fate of nations, said Dr James Currie, had he been born to a higher social station in life. Burns changed the fate of one nation: Scotland. Against advice from the Edinburgh Literati – who told Burns his fame would be best served by writing exclusively in English – he wrote mainly in the Scots language.
In reworking so many Scots songs and writing poetry in the Scots vernacular Burns arguably made the greatest patriotic contribution to the preservation of Scottish cultural identity. When he burst on the scene in 1786 with his self-published Kilmarnock edition of Scotch Poetry, polite Scottish life and language were being ‘civilised’ by English manners and language. Our Scottish elites were willingly complicit. Scotland was effectively becoming a region, ‘North Briton’. Without Burns’ contribution to Scottish literature, much of Scottish culture would have been washed away under the flood-tide of London-driven suave Anglicisation that diluted and sought to extinguish Scottishness. Burns was in the vanguard of those so-called ‘pesky Scots’ who have long firmly defended the demise of their national identity. The bard detested English exceptionalism, the London-centric elitist conceit that English culture and manners were superior to all other nations. That is why he exclaimed
I have often said to myself what are the boasted advantages which my country reaps from a certain Union that counterbalance the annihilation of her Independence, and even her very name!
It was in satirical reference to Scots aping English habits that he wrote ‘Thou Englishman who never was south the Tweed’. He blasted the Scottish politicians who signed the Treaty of Union in 1707 as a ‘Parcel o rogues in a nation’ who sold out the Independence of the Scottish parliament for ‘English gold’ and took their ‘hireling traitors wages’ from the Union.
The poet detested corruption in politics, local and national. Many of his poems reduce the work of senior politicians to the farmyard, where, satirically, he suggests in A Dream the Prime Minister’s cabinet would be better mucking dung in a byre than holding high public office. Pitt’s Tory government were a ‘profligate junto’, a pack of ‘unprincipled miscreants’. He defines politics at Westminster as a process of ‘nefarious cunning and hypocritical pretence’ to govern society ‘for the emolument of ourselves and our adherents’ and damned politicians for ‘that horrid mass of corruption called Politics & State-Craft!’ Whoever sold out the interests of Scotland were to be driven down and destroyed by a ‘rough-shod troop o Hell’ and ground into ‘the mire!!!’. Burns is a shrewd moral idealist who judges the honesty and motives of politicians whatever their apparent party. Scottish politicians who do not serve the people of Scotland first and foremost are, for Burns, traitors to their nation.
His patriotism as a Scot is unbound, intensely passionate and by modern standards, highly eccentric. On first crossing the river Tweed into England he shouted back to Scotland the last two verses of The Cottar’s Saturday Night, beginning ‘O Scotia, my dear, my native soil’ in a prayer for Scotland’s future. He admits the story of William Wallace ‘poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins which will boil along there till the flood-gates of life shut in eternal rest…’. He knelt at the tomb of ‘Sir John the Graham, the gallant friend of Wallace’ and said ‘a fervent prayer for Old Caledonia over the hole in a blue whinstone, where Robert the Bruce fixed his loyal standard on the banks of Bannockburn’. His greatest ambition was realised when he was recognised as the Bard of Caledonia. From that day hence, his life’s devotion was to his country as the nation’s bard. Only a patriot of extraordinary talents would have re-written the songs of Scotland, adding his own priceless gems without seeking a black half-penny payment for his work. Who works for Scotland now free of charge?
Influenced by the progressive forces of the Enlightenment, the American and French revolutions he believed in the international rising of all common people’s to wash away the Feudal society of pompous rank and title who parasitical lived off the backs of the poor peasantry across the globe. Burns, through his poetry, became the immortal vox populi of the poor, the majority of 18th century Scots. From The Twa Dogs to Epistle to Davie and other works, Burns articulates a language of the voiceless, the common people from whence he sprang. They are his heroes; heroes often afflicted with brutal poverty and oppression but their humanity shines through. His anonymously published radical republican song Is There For Honest Poverty (A Man’s a Man) foresees the demise of the parasitical Feudal order where those at the top did not work and consumed the labour of the poor. The song foresees a world of economic and political equality (still not achieved in Scotland in 2014) where the world of royal pomp, the patronage of title and its concomitant corruption are swept away. The song envisages democratic rights as the antidote to the corruption of bribe-based political patronage, the offer of pretentious title, pomp, post and pension to buy and influence power. Burns supported the pro-democracy group the Scottish Friends of the People, led by the QC Thomas Muir.
The song is also anti-royal. Knights and nobles are created from the breath of Kings but honest people who think for themselves are set above such showy title. England’s Hanoverian royal family were a ‘beef-witted insolent race of foreigners’ to Burns who were accidentally thrown up into importance: they were ‘an idiot race to honour lost’ and those who knew them best ‘despise them most’. Patronage is corruption to Burns. Privileged elitist birth is also anathema to his passionate egalitarian views. A fundamental principle for Burns is that all people are born equal. Every Burns supper where a glass is raised for a royal toast are suppers out of kilter with the poet’s views.
In the contemporary politics of his day Burns paints a world of corrupt mediocrities devoid of principle with only a few worthy patriots who supported progressive policies. In doing so he sounds contemporary now. Even when he used the pen-name ‘A Briton’ it was employed in reference to a thread of British republicanism now mostly forgotten. It is in his most powerful patriotic song Bruce’s Address to his Troops at Bannockburn (Scots Wha Hae – a song published anonymously in May 1795) that we see and hear the ‘nationalist’ Burns at his best. If the bard had had the luxury of the vote in his own time to decide whether or not Scotland should regain her Independence, he would have grabbed it with both hands and blasted those who take their wages from Westminster as pusillanimous poodles of post and pension who act to preserve their own status and self importance. For the bard, it was Scottish Independence – all of us first – not for our representatives to sell Scotland’s interests for ambition, in Westminster. Modern Scots have woken up to the fact that Westminster is a limited minimalist parliamentary democracy that does not serve Scotland. The survival of the zombie-like windbag pomp in the House of Lords is a testament to the failure of a Union that served only the titled throng of England and would have left Burns with a longing that Guy Fawkes had succeeded. He might even have wished to update those (never quoted) lines he wrote for an Inscription for an Alter to independence in 1795.
The Inscription for an Alter to Independence is a piece written for Heron of Kirroughtree in 1795: it focuses on individual freedom and the right of people to think for themselves in a period when the nasty sedition laws meant public expression of radical views might lead to a jail sentence and a possible trip to Botany Bay. It’s worth reflecting on this year:
Thou of an independent mind,
With soul resolv’d, with soul resign’d;
Prepar’d Power’s proudest frown to brave,
Who wilt not be, nor have a slave;
Virtue alone who dost revere,
Thy own reproach alone dost fear—
Approach this shrine, and worship here