
Robert Burns addresses “rattlin’ Willie” as a fellow fiddler and rhymer, praising the spirited way such men face Fortune’s rough road. He compares their impulsive imaginative ventures to riding an unbroken filly at speed, only to be stopped by misfortune and forced to endure damage and mockery. The speaker wishes Willie health of heart and fiddle, hoping his playing will sustain him through life until old age. Whether wealth or poverty arrives, he prays that Willie’s spirits remain tuned above the melancholy music of care. He imagines Willie’s life not as a slow, mournful performance but as a lively, forceful, harmonious strathspey worthy of repeated applause. He blesses cheerful people who love songs and dances and respond to feeling rather than measuring everything by rigid rules. In contrast, he curses the proud, grasping people who treat poverty as disgrace, wishing discord and unhappiness upon their joyless hearts. Calling Willie his careless brother, the speaker anticipates that they will continue together in another world, if there is one, a prospect of which he has little doubt. He admits that they are flawed and frail mortals, and refers to Eve’s “bonie squad” as those whom priests blame for humanity’s fall; nevertheless, he declares his affection for them and blesses them all. The speaker laments the troubles that come to poetic “Castalian drinkers” when they encounter earthly deceivers. Bewitched by alluring but cursed temptations, he has been driven nearly mad and kept awake in spiteful distress. Swearing by the moon, the stars, and the eyes of one once dear to him, he promises not to forget and hopes to settle matters fairly with those who wronged him. Though he mourns a loss, he does not repent it. He intends to seek his purse where he lost it and recalls having once been bound for the Indies; he expects that some magical hour and some sweet elf may yet restore his fortunes, prompting his cry of “vive l’amour!” He sends respectful greetings to sentimental sister Susie and honest Lucky, tells them they may be proud of the pair Fate has given them to grace their family, and ends by saying that his rhyming wares are no treasure. When he has half an hour’s leisure in Ayr, however, he promises that “Sir Bard” will call at Park.
By Robert Burns · First published 1787 · Genre: Epistolary Poetry, Scottish Vernacular Poetry, Lyric Poetry · 833 words
Hail, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! / Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly / To every fiddling, rhyming billie, / We never heed, / But take it like the unback'd filly, / Proud o' her speed.
When, idly goavin', whiles we saunter, / Yirr! fancy barks, awa we canter, / Up hill, down brae, till some mischanter, / Some black bog-hole, / Arrests us; then the scathe an' banter / We're forced to thole.
Scottish vernacular poetry · verse epistle · eighteenth-century Scotland · Ayrshire · friendship between poets · fiddling and music · poetry and inspiration · fortune and adversity · poverty and wealth · cheerfulness · resilience · strathspey dance music
Epistle to Major Logan is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1787 CE.
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