Robert Burns & the Laki Volcano of 1783

In a post-truth age, some facts cannot be disputed. NO Scot has had their life examined in such forensic detail as our national Bard, Robert Burns.

Since his premature death in 1796, academics and laymen alike have pored over anything related to his life: Library shelves groan beneath the collective weight of biographies, appreciations, critical essays and speculative fiction. And that’s just my office.

So you would think it impossible that something truly big, important or defining had been omitted from the Robert Burns story. But you’d be wrong. It has.

Whitsunday in Kirkjubæjarklaustur: June 8, 1783

Over breakfast, Pastor Jón Steingrímsson went through his Sunday sermon, making corrections, adding relevant quotations. At 9am, the morning quiet was shattered by a series of ear-splitting, gut-wrenching, thunderous booms. One of the largest volcanic eruptions in modern history had begun.


Laki, Iceland (Chmee2/Valtameri)

Spectacular as they were, the lava fountains – jetting up to 4,500 feet in the air – soon died down. Laki was essentially a fissure eruption, opening like a zip in the Earth’s crust. When the magma, ash and gases were exhausted, the fissure closed – then a second one zipped open. Then another.

For eight months Laki belched its poisons into the Icelandic air, gouging a 17-mile long scar, now known as the Lakigígar, a series of 10 parallel fissures, each up to 5km wide. Laki spewed up 15 cubic kilometres of lava in total, the third biggest lava eruption since the end of the last Ice Age. It covered 600 square miles of land, engulfing 20 farms, killing 215 people and releasing eight million tonnes of toxic fluorine gas, which combined with falling ash then worked its way into the food chain.

Sheep, cattle and horses perished; crops were buried in ash and a starving population boiled pages of books to try to extract nutrition. Almost 10,000 Icelanders died as a consequence of Laki; a quarter of the country’s population.

By the beginning of July 1783, the whole of Europe and even Russia, China, North Africa and North America had been affected. Laki released a colossal 120 million tonnes of sulphur dioxide, which reacted with atmospheric water to form a continental-sized sulphuric acid cloud.

At its peak, the haze covered a quarter of the planet’s surface. All over the northern hemisphere, crops were ruined and harvests failed. Japan’s rice crop was wiped out, resulting in the worst famine in the country’s recorded history. Some environmental historians have speculated that food poverty linked to the Laki volcano may have contributed to the build-up to the French revolution of 1789.

What has this do with Robert Burns?

Well, actually: Everything.


Robert Burns

For Scotland’s farmers, these were desperate days. Robert Burns, then 24, was working on his father’s farm at Lochlie in the parish of Tarbolton, South Ayrshire. Cold winters and a terrible harvest the year before had impoverished many local farmers and even threatened famine.

On June 21, the day before the poisonous cloud reached Scotland, Burns penned a letter to a relative, reflecting gloomily about the precarious state of the local economy.

“Farming is at a very low ebb with us,” he wrote. “Our Landholders … stretch us much beyond what, in any event, we will be able to pay.”

To make matters worse, Burns’s father, William Burnes, was not only seriously ill – “in a dying condition” – but also involved in a bitter legal dispute with their landlord over disputed rents for the Lochlie farm. He faced ruin or even jail.

Robert Burns wasn’t in great fettle either. The year before, he had had a mental breakdown in Irvine. With their father ill, and Burns’s time increasingly consumed by litigation, the family laboured all summer in the Lochlie fields, unaware of the poisonous nature of the fog they were breathing into their lungs.

Burns wrote few letters during the Laki eruption period and we have no account of how he felt, nor if any of the family fell ill. But the strange weather patterns were almost certainly having an impact. It also seems possible that the volcano’s impact on the climate profoundly influenced Burns’s attempts to make a success of agriculture.

After William Burnes died, the two oldest sons, Robert and Gilbert, abandoned Lochlie and took the lease to nearby Mossgiel farm. A few weeks later, Burns began his first venture as an independent tenant farmer. Initially, he was full of optimism. It proved ill-founded.

“The first year from unfortunately buying in bad seed, the second from a late harvest, we lost half of both our crops.”

According to biographer James Mackay, Burns’s candid admission that he’d bought bad seed led to:

 “the scorn of previous biographers, the consensus of whose opinion was that Burns was an indifferent farmer”.

However, Burns needn’t have been so hard on himself. The summer of 1783 was brutal. All over the country, barley and oats turned yellow and withered. The harvest came late and was of poor quality. A prolonged Arctic winter followed, with months of heavy snow, blizzards and icy frosts. Spring brought meltwater floods which left Mossgiel’s badly irrigated fields waterlogged.

“As a result,” commented Mackay, “almost all of the seed available for the 1784 sowing would have been of a very poor quality, giving yields in a ratio of four to one or even lower.”

The summer of 1784 was again exceptionally cold and harvests poor. The next winter was just as cold, with little respite the following spring. Another bad harvest followed. Burns had chosen the worst possible two years to begin life as an independent farmer. On November 1, 1785, as the reality of consecutive failed harvests kicked in, and on the day his younger brother John died, aged 16, he penned one of his most famous verses:

“But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley. An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain For promis’d joy!”

In 1786, with his personal life also in turmoil, Burns turned his share of the Mossgiel farm over to Gilbert and considered emigrating to Jamaica to work on a slave plantation. His death 10 years later is generally assumed to have resulted from rheumatic heart disease, possibly triggered by an episode of rheumatic fever some years earlier.

Unfortunately, Burns left us no letters from the Laki summer and commented on neither the dark sulphurous haze nor his own health during this period. However, a year later, an entry in the poet’s Common Place Book, dated August 1784, suggests something wasn’t right:

“AUG – A prayer, when fainting fits, and other alarming symptoms of a pleurisy or some other dangerous disorder, which indeed still threaten me, first put nature on the alarm.”

Was this the origin of the heart disease that would eventually kill Robert Burns?

The evidence is far from conclusive, but the possibility exists. His brother John had died on November 1, 1785, two years after the volcanic haze, aged just 16. There is no information on what killed him. His youngest brother, William, died five years later, aged 23, in a “putrid fever”. Like Burns, the two brothers had been exposed to the toxic cloud for prolonged periods. Their father, too, had been finished off during the first volcanic winter.

Even taking into account the proliferation of potentially fatal illnesses in the late 18th century, the question is raised as to whether Laki contributed to their premature deaths. Aside from the possible impact on the family’s health, what is remarkable about the aftermath of Laki was the revolution in Robert Burns’s creative output. Perhaps it was a combination of extremes, living life in a heightened state of intensity, enhanced radicalisation through hardship and poverty, but through this time of turmoil and tragedy Robert Burns emerged as Scotland’s most vital and important poet.

During the pivotal years of 1784-1786 he wrote the verse that would make him Scotland’s celebrated poet. When The Kilmarnock Edition was published in the summer of 1786, the Bard had arrived. A close reading reveals several references to extraordinary natural phenomena such as blizzards, wasting winds, hoary frosts, floods, fierce electrical storms, despair, and, of course, skulking in the shadows, death. I believe that this was the legacy of an Icelandic volcano.


Death & Dr Hornbrook

In  Death & Dr Hornbook there’s a moment where Burns tells the grim reaper:

“This while ye hae been mony a gate at mony a hoose”.

Death was everywhere. But it seems it came not in the guise of a guy in a hood, but a volcano.


The Article owes much to two other authors :Kevin Williamson of Rebel Inc in the Herald in 2014.  and  “The Stars of Robert Burns” by Dr Catherine Smith. Written 2008, published ’09.

Alec Ross is a regular contributor to The Orkney News

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  1. There is much of interest here. For one thing – at the risk of going onandonandon about it – again it shows the world is connected, and our lives and fates are connected. And also……how do I put this? How much does ill-health, physical or emotional, or both, and hard times, contribute to the expression of creativity?
    I won’t witter on – but your article does prompt all kinds of lines of thought.
    One world.
    Inspiration and what makes it express more strongly sometimes?
    Interesting stuff, Mr. Ross. Interesting stuff.
    The effects of a volcano in Iceland, play a part in producing Robert Burns works.
    From a volcano, we get ‘Gowden Locks O’ Anna’.
    What might come out of these troubled times?

    • Dolly Parton said something similar about her divorce, Bernie. “I got a couple of great albums out of it”! Incredible upsurge in Robert Burns’ creative output post Laki. I have a friend who remembers his grandfather telling him that he remembers as a wee boy an old man coming to the house who, as a wee boy himself, had attended the funeral of Robert Burns in Dumfries. The past is not another country.

      • I really enjoy reading your column every week and heaven forefend I should criticise you on Burns but Dolly Parton I know has been married to Carl Dean since 1966.

  2. Icelandic volcano – Robert Burns – Dolly Parton – you don’t get those kind of links in the ‘Orcadian’!

    Have you read my ‘6 steps to’ comment in your ‘Modernity and Technology’ piece?

    • Yes, I did. Really interesting how nothing happens in a vacuum, and things that with on hindsight look sequencial and logical are in fact quite random. Burns was heading for Jamaica, found that Jean was pregnant, headed for home. Then got the Kilmarnock book deal. If he gets on that boat, we may never have heard of him.

    • Yes, there’s some truth in that. A pal who read this piece did some research, and the life expectancy for men was around 55, so folk in Ayrshire would no doubt have been saying old William had a good innings. What’s not known is the state of his health before Laki, nor can we speculate on how much longer he may have lived. Burns was incensed by his father’s treatment from his laird, and he describes it passionately in The Twa Dogs.

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