William McGonagall

"All hail to the Rev. George Gilfillan, of Dundee, He is the greatest preacher I did ever hear or see. He preaches in a plain, straightforward way, The people flock to hear him night and day, And hundreds from his church doors are often turned away, Because he is the greatest preacher of the present day."

"Most Mighty Empress, of India, and Englands beloved Queen, Most Handsome to be Seen. I wish you every Success. And that heaven may you bless. For your Kindness to the poor while they are in distress. I hope the Lord will protect you while living And hereafter when your Majesty is … dead. I hope the Lord above will place an eternal Crown! upon your Head. I am your Gracious Majesty ever faithful to Thee, William McGonagall, The Poor Poet, That lives in Dundee."

"BEAUTIFUL Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay ! With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array And your central girders, which seem to the eye To be almost towering to the sky."

"Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember'd for a very long time."

"I must now conclude my lay By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay, 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."

"Then King Edward ordered his horsemen to charge, Thirty thousand in number, it was very large; They thought to o'erwhelm them ere they could rise from their knees, But they met a different destiny, which did them displease; For the horsemen fell into the spik'd pits in the way, And, with broken ranks and confusion, they all fled away, But few of them escap'd death from the spik'd pits, For the Scots with their swords hack'd them to bits."

"But I may say Dame Fortune has been very kind to me by endowing me with the genius of poetry. I remember how I felt when I received the spirit of poetry. It was in the year of 1877."

"I was seized with a strong desire to write poetry, so strong, in fact, that in imagination I thought I heard a voice crying in my ears –"Write! Write"I wondered what could be the matter with me, and I began to walk backwards and forwards in a great fit of excitement, saying to myself– "I know nothing about poetry.""

"Well, I must say that the first man who threw peas at me was a publican .."