Welcome! thrice welcome! to the year 1893, <br />For it is the year I intend to leave Dundee, <br />Owing to the treatment I receive, <br />Which does my heart sadly grieve. <br />Every morning when I go out <br />The ignorant rabble they do shout <br />'There goes Mad McGonagall' <br />In derisive shouts as loud as they can bawl, <br />And lifts stones and snowballs, throws them at me; <br />And such actions are shameful to be heard in the city of Dundee. <br />And I'm ashamed, kind Christians, to confess <br />That from the Magistrates I can get no redress. <br />Therefore I have made up my mind in the year of 1893 <br />To leave the ancient City of Dundee, <br />Because the citizens and me cannot agree. <br />The reason why? -- because they disrespect me, <br />Which makes me feel rather discontent. <br />Therefore to leave them I am bent; <br />And I will make my arrangements without delay, <br />And leave Dundee some early day.<br /><br />William Topaz McGonagall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-year-s-resolution-to-leave-dundee/
