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.
’Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
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,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
Dreadful Accident on the Tay Bridge
Loss of Passenger Train
Dundee, Sunday Midnight
To-night a heavy gale swept over Dundee and a portion of the Tay bridge was blown down while a train from Edinburgh due at 7.15 was passing. It is believed that the train is in the water, but the gale is still so strong that a steamboat has not yet been able to reach the bridge. The train was duly signalled from Fife as having entered the bridge at 7.14. It was seen running along the rails, and then suddenly was observed a flash of fire. The opinion was that the train left the rails, and went over the bridge. Those who saw the incident repaired immediately to the Tay-bridge station at Dundee and informed the station master of what they had seen. He immediately put himself in communication with the man in charge of the signal-box at the north end of the bridge. The telegraph wires are stretched across the bridge, but when the instrument was tried it was soon seen that the wires were broken.
Mr. Smith, the station-master and Mr. Roberts, locomotive superintendent, determined, notwithstanding the fierce gale, to walk across the bridge as far as possible from the north side, with the view of ascertaining the extent of the disaster. They were able to get out a considerable distance, and the first thing that caught their eye was the water spurting from a pipe which was laid across the bridge for the supply of Newport, a village on the south side, from the Dundee reservoirs. Going a little further, they could distinctly see by the aid of the strong moonlight that there was a large gap in the bridge caused by the fall, so far as they could discern, of two or three of the largest spars. They thought, however, that they observed a red light on the south part of the bridge, and were of the opinion that the train had been brought to a standstill on the driver noticing the accident. This conjecture has, unfortunately, been proved incorrect. At Broughtyferry, four miles from the bridge, several mail bags have come ashore, and there is no doubt that the train is in the river. No precise information as to the number of passengers can be obtained, but it is variously estimated at from 150 to 200.
The Provost and a number of leading citizens of Dundee started at half-past 10 o’clock in a steam-boat for the bridge, the gale being moderated; but they have not yet returned.
Monday, 1.30 A.M.
The scene at the Tay-bridge station to-night is simply appalling. Many thousand persons are congregated around the buildings, and strong men and women are wringing their hands in despair. On the 2d of October 1877, while the bridge was in course of construction, one of the girders was blown down during a gale similar to that of to-day, but the only one of the workmen lost his life. The return of the steamboat is anxiously awaited.
The Times, 29th December 1879
Notes
Despite well over a century of subsequent train travel, the Tay Bridge disaster remains one of Britain’s worst ever railway accidents. A terrific storm, which had spread mayhem and destruction throughout central Scotland, was howling down the Tay just as the Edinburgh train was crossing the bridge. As the train reached the “high girders” at the centre of the bridge, they suddenly collapsed – plunging the train and its seventy-five passengers and crew into the icy waters. There were no survivors, and only forty-six bodies were ever recovered.
The bridge, which had been hailed as an engineering masterpiece on its opening the previous year, was found to have been severely flawed. The official enquiry discovered that the iron superstructure was of inferior quality and had been badly maintained. Most damning of all, little or no account was made of wind pressure in the design of the bridge. The enquiry laid the blame at the door of the designer, Sir Thomas Bouch. Bouch vehemently denied the charge, but his career was in ruins. He died just ten months after the fall of the great bridge.
Though none of the passengers were saved, there was a survivor of a sort. The engine that had hauled the train to its doom was recovered from the river bed and put back into service. Sardonically nicknamed “The Diver” by railway staff, it carried on working for the North British Railway until 1908.
The masonry piers that once supported the iron columns of the bridge remain standing in the river to this day, a grim reminder of that terrible December night in 1879.
If the events of the 28th December 1879 have indeed been long remembered outside the ranks of civil engineers and Dundonian rail passengers it is thanks to McGonagall’s poem. The Tay Bridge Disaster is by far his best known poem. How it became so is unclear. By his own account, it was his initial address to The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay that “was the only poem that made me famous universally”. Nor did the poem figure prominently in his live performances, where the “Poet and tragedian” would usually recite Bruce at Bannockburn, The Battle of Tel-El-Kebir and The Rattling Boy from Dublin. Yet somehow this unhappy story of the Tay Bridge has become the definitive McGonagall poem. Perhaps, since it deals with visionary ideals plunged into total disaster, it’s a fitting commemoration of his career.
Soon a new bridge would rise beside the ruins of the old, and the “Bard of the Tay” would once again be inspired to pick up his pen.
Further Reading
- Tay Bridge Disaster – A whole site dedicated to the event, by Tom Martin
- Forensic Engineering – The Tay Bridge Disaster – Excellent site from the Open University invites you to “solve the riddle” of the disaster for yourself.
- Tay Bridge disaster – Another Open University account of the disaster
- Tay Bridge Disaster – Page of information from Dundee City Council.
- Tay Bridge and associated lines – Profile of the bridge, then and now, for the rail enthusiast.
- Nunthorpe man ruined by Tay Bridge disaster – The story of William Hopkins who supplied iron for the bridge.
- Photographs from the Tay Bridge Enquiry – 91 photos of the wrecked bridge from the National Library of Scotland
Books
- The Bridge is Down! – The story of the bridge and its fall, derived mainly from witness statements at the subsequent public enquiry.
- Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay – A forensic reinvestigation of the disaster by an Engineering professor. Nice title too!
- Tay Bridge Disaster: The People’s Story – A new study that digs deep into the human stories around the disaster
- Thomas Bouch: The Builder of the Tay Bridge – Biography of the bridge’s unfortunate architect
- Battle for the North: The Tay and Forth Bridges and the 19th-Century Railway Wars – Gives a wider context for the building and fall of the bridge
Wikipedia Articles
- Tay Bridge disaster
- The Tay Bridge Disaster – an article about this poem itself
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses…
For some reason, I always end up reading these two lines as
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confuttresses…
Maybe I’m just weird.
Possibly, though your version rhymes better at least.
hahaha i love this shit :)
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
(but then again, maybe it should have been mattresses),
Anagram:
The Tay Bridge railway disaster =
What I’d say a terrible tragedy is.
The most terrible tragedy of all is accepting McGonagall lines as ‘poetry’
wow i feeel so bad for all the ones who where close or knew people in the disaster
Definitely the worst poem in the English language. It’s even worse than “Ode to a small lump of green putty I found in my armpit one midsummer morning” which goes like this:
Putty. Putty. Putty.
Green Putty – Grutty Peen.
Grarmpitutty – Morning!
Pridsummer – Grorning Utty!
Discovery….. Oh.
Putty?….. Armpit?
Armpit….. Putty.
Not even a particularly
Nice shade of green.
That’s even worse than this poem, by Paul Neil Milne Johnstone, a scoolmate of Douglas Adams. I apologize for writing this…
The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool’s mire.
They also smelt a great deal.
What terrible poetry I do say
About this terrible tragedy on the river Tay.
It could have been written far better I do think
Because this “poem” gives off a stink!
It’s not that bad, you want to read some of my poetry,it doesn’t scan or rhyme,and you could say it’s a waste of time.
I make it a virtue to read this poem once in a while, to never forget this horrid disaster. Every time I read the first three lines;
“Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away”
I burst into tears. The blunt force with which McGonagall delivers the awful truth pierces my chest and wounds my heart. Occasionally, I read it out loud to a few friends, and most of us are invariably crying before the first stanza is over.
Never forget the last sabbath day of 1879, which will be remember’d for a very long time. Never.
Somehow I wandered into this site, courtesy of a friend’s suggestion, as an extension of my spending time with the Bulwer-Lytton Awards. Let me just say that, after today, Bulwer’s not so bad at all!
I’ve never been to Scotland. (I’m in the USA.) Is the accompanying story about the disaster still correct, i.e. do the old pier supports still stand in the river?
The second stanza has a Bulwer-Lyttonesque ring to it, doesn’t it? It was a dark and stormy night and all that.
McGonagall was fond of putting all sorts of factual information into his poems, most of which was true. When I add notes to the poems, I aim for 100% accuracy – so yes, the old pier supports are still there. Not only did they use the old bridge as a handy platform from which to build the new one, they even reused some of the old girders in the new structure. There’s nothing new about recycling.
Here’s a picture of the new bridge today, alongside the remains of the old one.
Ballad of the Tay Rail Bridge – http://youtu.be/Ty36a9Z4gHE
The first time i heard a rendition of this work, about 30 years ago, I just sat, open-mouthed, with blank disbelief. It was such an awful moment – I think that even time stopped.
I snapped back into a fully conscious state and tried to relate the poet’s work to the sentimental Victorian obsession with tragic affairs. Then i started to giggle – and I haven’t stopped giggling ever since.
The poem must be read out loud, with a distinct Scottish accent, to generate tear-jerking disbelief and giggles.
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ODE ON READING PREVIOUS COMMENTS WRITTEN BY JOHNNY FOREIGNER
Oh Robert Rasciauskas what is the translation word for ‘shit’?
Are you perchance from Europe, the Lithuanian bit?
Or maybe your forebears from that poor land did come,
To escape their poor lives which were very humdrum.
You have come a long way since those far off days bleak and drear,
When your ancestors made their way over here.
Their poor broken English you have put in the past.
With your knowledge of syntax, grammar and vocabulary so vast.
So now we have a Lithuanian Anglo Saxon as well
The last of which upon you let your mind overdwell
But at much as you struggle and however you might.
You should never use words that rhyme with might.
To be a true and loyal subject of Her Gracious Majesty the Queen
You should refrain from and never give in to venting your spleen.
A straight back and stiff upper lip is what is required here,
Understatement is better than expletives so clear.
So come Robert Rasciauskas, we can tell by your handle
That to true sons of our soil you can’t hold a candle
But what’s in a name? I don’t really know.
But if you use words like that you must be a cazzo.
Here’s My Animated version!
I will remember this touching poem for a very long time.
It will be remembered for a very VERY very long time/
The Tay Bridge Disaster – A Hero from Sunderland.
Henry (Harry) Watts is a famous Diver hero from Sunderland who save 36 lives at sea and in rivers. Having at one time been a heavy drinker, Harry ‘saw the light’ and became a Christian and stopped drinking and became involved in the church. At the time of the Disaster, Harry went to the Tay Bridge with a recovery team and worked for 3 weeks bring bodies from the river. Harry refused to be paid for this work as he felt that it was his ‘duty’ as a Christian to recover these people from the river and return them to their families.
Harry was not a stranger to tragedy. In 1883 there was a disaster in Sunderland which resulted in the loss of approx 150 children who died in the Victoria Hall Disaster when they were crushed to death, due to doors opening inwards instead of outwards – thus a change in the law regarding public buildings.
2 of the children who died were Harry’s niece and nephew named Pescod. He also helped to recover the bodies of the children from the Victoria Hall.
– WHAT A HERO !!!!!!!
The Victoria Hall Disaster inspired a Poetic Gem of its own. So Mr Watts has the dubious distinction of being connected to the subjects of two McGonagall disaster poems.
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I find this particular work to be sort of an accidental avant triumph. Well, actually I feel that way about most of McGonagall’s poems, but the way that this one seems to puzzle continuously as I attempted to wrap my head around the rhyming scheme is especially wonderful. It’s like a textual version of one of those picture illusions, where you stare at it really hard attempting to figure it out and suddenly all the concave cubes appear convex and vice versa, and then you can’t figure out the mental trigger to bring back your original perception of them. Sorta like that.
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For such a questionable ‘poet’ McGonagall’s name survives above many others far more accomplished.
So he wasn’t such a fool, if indeed fame was his goal. Perhaps it was, most of us want recognition.
Maybe it doesn’t matter that the lines were so bad.
He has brought pleasure to millions and inspired no end of books and this website.
Just a pity Queen Victoria snubbed him. That says more about her than about him.
I wonder if Prince Charles likes his work.
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And the pace is hot
And the points are near
For Sleep has deadened the drivers’ ear.
And the signals flash through the night in vain,
For Death is in charge of the Clattering Train.
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In the late forties early fifties we used to listen to Family Favourites on the BBC Sunday lunch time, occasionally this poem would be requested. Now I used to read a lot of poetry when I was young as did my older brother, now I didn’t think it was great poetry but I thought it was something like a spoof. However I did like the that wonderful Scottish voice that read it and for some reason thought he was he person who actually wrote it, in fact old William himself.
Now as a young lad at that time I had never heard of the Tay bridge disaster, so if it wasn’t for William I might still be in the dark about this event.
John Laurie the actor gave a good rendition of this poem and I must say some of the other poem’s also, the strong Scottish accent seems to carry it off very well.
So I have to confess that although this unique way he expresses himself has something that falls short of other great poet’s, he has made his mark where others have failed to be remembered.
This site is a mine of information as all of Williams works do render some knowledge to whoever wants to learn something of past events, I’ll even say that it is something most of our young could do with.
So instead of mocking this man which is all to easy for some folks to do, I suggest we look at him in a different light in the way he has informed us in a somewhat humorous fashion.
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The grammar of some of the correspondents to this thread leaves a bit to be desired, and is worse than William’s poetry. E.g., ‘none’ is short for ‘not one’, and is singular. Hence, ‘none of them WAS’, not ‘none of them WERE’, for example. Also, you’re all missing the point as far as William’s poetry is concerned. It’s so bad, it’s good! End of story. I’ll bet we all wish we could write such bad poetry, and be remembered over 100 years later! I certainly do.
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My favorite part is the scolding advice for engineers in the last few lines.
At 9 minutes into this YouTube video there is much on “the man who was always right,” Patrick Matthew, who predicted the Tay Bridge disaster and much more.
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is very sad. :(
There is a good Russian translation.
However, the grief is overplayed there, turning the whole story into a farce.
https://www.stihi.ru/2011/11/08/4008
Thanks for sharing that link, Russian. I can only judge the results via Google Translate, but it seems to capture something of the spirit of the original. Actually, the Google-translated Russian version is pretty extraordinary in itself. An excerpt:
It reminds be of something, but I’m not sure what. Some of the writings of Ogden Nash, perhaps?
Tis the only poem ever conveyed
Of which the entire world can truly say
Oh, Robert, dear Robert McGonagal-lay
Your poem, in almost every way
Has provided more suffering and brays
Than that awful disaster on the Silvery Tay
Yet, will be remember’d for a very long time
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
That’s beautiful poetry right there. I love it.
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Very sad poem but have some respect for this beautiful poetry by a great man with much talent.
This author is exquisite. The only reason people “hate this playa” is because they do not have the skill to write poetry as amazing as this work of art. It is hard to disregard all the negative comments because they are in great quantities. That is sad because this man worked his hardest to make this beautiful piece of art.
This as got to e the worst poem that i have ever heard. What a waste of this young womens time. Smh i couldve shaved my legs
Can’t believe no one has mentioned the evocative reading of this poem by Billy Connolly, at the site of the Tay Bridge Disaster itself. I imagine it may have been in Billy Connolly’s World Tour of Scotland? If you want to hear it read in Scottish, see if you can search it out. It is the one thing from that show that has stayed in my head for years…
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Very bad poem
loved the girders really brought an eery side of the poem to life ♥
i really agree with micheal up there! i feel very strongly about the girders☺
nice to hear that abbey glad we are so passionate about girders maybe we can exchange emails and meet one day to discuss our passions?
omg! what an oppertunity! id love to, ive waited DAYS for you to ask. Thank you very much. i shall send you a girder in the mailbox. tomorrow. please kjeep talking and writing back! lots of love Abbey
He first wrote a poem in which he praised how the girders were used, then scolded the engineers to not use buttresses. Reminds me of the eloquence, reasoning and dadaistique qualities of the current American president.
A really powerful poem, don`t you just love the wonderful use of the English ( or Scottish) language .
“And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
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I am writing on a windy last Sabbath day.
This poem is much superior to Fontane’s handling of the same subject.
Whereas Fontane has a lilting rhythm, McGonagall breaks things up. He did not have to put the word ‘railway’ in the first line, but by putting it there he disturbs the metre thus giving us the feeling of impending derailment right from the beginning.
McGonagall invokes Boreas. Perhaps McGonagall is not Aeschylus. But Fontane invokes the three witches, and goes on about them for several lines, thus making the reader quite certain that Fontane is not Shakespeare.
Fontane treats Christmas as if it were the major Scottish midwinter holiday. McGonagall has a much better understanding of Scottish culture. In nineteenth century Scotland, New Year was the Big Celebration.
Fontane’s poem is rather defeatist. “Sand, sand, is all that’s built by human hand!” McGonagall leaves us with a cautionary but uplifting moral. The Tay Bridge was rebuilt stronger. The human spirit is not going to be daunted by wind or witches or a few drunks throwing peas.
Thus McGonagall’s poem is much loved by young and old, whereas Fontane’s poem is something that children have to do because teacher tells them to.
this is the worst poem ever
Littttttt best ever poem no haters i love this this is my ringtone
So bad it’s good – fans of this genre may enjoy the video blogs of leeiscool1 on YouTube, surely a modern day McGonagall, along with his mother Kay and her good cooking . Perhaps bad art beats pretentious trained art every time.
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There seems to be an awfully lot of trash being talked on here, is it not about time a moderator stepped in an did some deleting.
It doesn’t matter what you think about “Oor Wullies poetry”, people on here happen to like the man for his tenacious spirit. William had to contend with the same kind of abuse shown here, they were hard times then. He wasn’t mollycoddled like the young to day, he was out of work and no welfare state to look after him.
Thanks for your comment Dan. I’ve been away from home for a few days, so not able to monitor the site as closely as usual. The offending comments have now been deleted, as will any future ones in a similar vein.
Let’s just enjoy some terrible poetry!
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More of McGonagall,s work.
Here lies the Provest of Dundee
Ha ha ha, he he he.
And
The Warer of Leith, The Water of Leith
Where the lassies go down and brush their teeth
[…] 1879 – Tay Bridge disaster: The central part of the Tay Rail Bridge in Dundee, Scotland, United Kingdom collapses as a train passes over it, killing 75. It was the inspiration for this rather awful poem. […]
they should’ve named the new Tay Bridge the McGonagall Memorial Bridge smh
[…] If we define “beauty” to suggest a close alignment between the finished product and its design goals, then I suggest both the cathedral and the bridge are beautiful from the perspective of the engineers, architects, and craftsmen who contributed to their construction. The fact the cathedral catches the attention of passers-by while the bridge goes unnoticed as people cross it means nothing less than both structures have achieved their design goals. Their “users” appreciate the value both objects bring, even if they don’t grasp the nuances of craftsmanship that went into their construction. And without those nuances, the cathedral would be nothing more than “a big hut for people to meet in” and the bridge would be a disaster waiting to happen. […]
[…] And inspiring one of the most infamous poems in English […]
[…] William McGonagall – Tay bridge disaster […]
[…] Reihe dieser lyrischen Ergüsse hat er produziert, unter anderem auch sein berühmtestes Werk, “The Tay Bridge Disaster”. Und aufgrund seiner lyrischen Unzulänglichkeiten bieten sich viele Gedichte von McGonagall […]
[…] Reihe dieser lyrischen Ergüsse hat er produziert, unter anderem auch sein berühmtestes Werk, “The Tay Bridge Disaster”. Und aufgrund seiner lyrischen Unzulänglichkeiten bieten sich viele Gedichte von McGonagall […]
[…] inspired a universally reviled (yet nevertheless wildly (in)famous) poem from William McGonagall, “The Tay Bridge Disaster”. The poem secured his place in history as “the world’s worst […]
[…] http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/gems/the-tay-bridge-disaster […]
[…] of 75 lives. His reputation never recovered and, to make matters worse, the event is retold in typically appalling verse by the Scottish writer of doggerel, William McGonagall. The Belah viaduct, on the other hand, […]
[…] and his creation are thus also indirectly responsible for the best-known poem, “The Tay Bridge Disaster,” by the gentleman widely considered to have been the worst published poet in British […]
William Topaz McGonagall is truly a national treasure.