Welcome! thrice welcome! to the year 1893,
For it is the year I intend to leave Dundee,
Owing to the treatment I receive,
Which does my heart sadly grieve.
Every morning when I go out
The ignorant rabble they do shout
'There goes Mad McGonagall'
In derisive shouts as loud as they can bawl,
And lifts stones and snowballs, throws them at me;
And such actions are shameful to be heard in the city of Dundee.
And I'm ashamed, kind Christians, to confess
That from the Magistrates I can get no redress.
Therefore I have made up my mind in the year of 1893
To leave the ancient City of Dundee,
Because the citizens and me cannot agree.
The reason why? — because they disrespect me,
Which makes me feel rather discontent.
Therefore to leave them I am bent;
And I will make my arrangements without delay,
And leave Dundee some early day.
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He most likely was disrespected in Dundee for his awful poetry, if this poem is representative of the body of his work
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Brazos -
We know what McGonagal resolved in 1893 and his subsequent history but what do you resolve for 2009?
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hmm i wonder
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I wonder if he got any better treatment anywhere else? I wonder what he did to get things thrown at him. Perhaps he recited his poetry on a street corner...
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