Robert Burns – The First Rapper
It’s Burns night this week. (Friday 25th January). But for those who don’t know Burns here’s a quick summary: he was the greatest!!!

He was the perfect bit of rough. He was the poet of the people, a revolutionary upstart in Edinburgh. The Scottish establishment have always tried to tone down his image – nice man in kilt on biscuit tin, they make him seem like Daniel O’Donnell. But he was the Tom Paine of Scotland.
He also wrote one of the great protest songs of all time, ‘The Slave’s Lament’. I recommend the version by Jean Redpath.
Bill Smith aka Latest Bill
It was in sweet Senegal
That my foes did me enthral
For the lands of Virginia, -ginia, O!
Torn from that lovely shore,
And must never see it more,
And alas! I am weary, weary, O!
All on that charming coast
Is no bitter snow and frost,
Like the lands of Virginia, -ginia, O!
There streams for ever flow,
And the flowers for ever blow,
And alas! I am weary, weary, O!
The burden I must bear,
While the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia, -ginia, O!
And I think on friends most dear
With the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary, O!
If you want to know more about Burns I recommend Catherine Carswell’s biography.