Max Plowman

Here you will find the Long Poem The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, the Fireman of poet Max Plowman

The Miraculous Escape of Robert Allan, the Fireman

'Twas in the year of 1858, and on October the fourteenth day,
That a fire broke out in a warehouse, and for hours blazed away;
And the warehouse, now destroyed, was occupied by the Messrs R. Wylie, Hill & Co.,
Situated in Buchanan Street, in the City of Glasgow. 

The flames burst forth about three o'clock in the afternoon,
And intimation of the outbreak spread very soon; 
And in the spectators' faces were depicted fear and consternation; 
While the news flew like lightning to the Fire Brigade Station. 

And when the Brigade reached the scene of the fire,
The merciless flames were ascending higher and higher, 
Raging furiously in all the floors above the street, 
And within twenty minutes the structure was destroyed by the burning heat. 

Then the roof fell in, pushing out the front wall,
And the loud crash thereof frightened the spectators one and all, 
Because it shook the neighbouring buildings to their foundation, 
And caused throughout the City a great sensation. 

And several men were injured by the falling wall , 
And as the bystanders gazed thereon, it did their hearts appal; 
But the poor fellows bore up bravely, without uttering a moan, 
And with all possible speed they were conveyed home. 

The firemen tried to play upon the building where the fire originated, 
But, alas! their efforts were unfortunately frustrated, 
Because they were working the hose pipes in a building occupied by Messrs Smith & Brown, 
But the roof was fired, and amongst them it came crashing down. 

And miraculously they escaped except one fireman, 
The hero of the fire, named Robert Allan, 
Who was carried with the debris down to the street floor, 
And what he suffered must have been hard to endure. 

He travelled to the fire in Buchanan Street, 
On the first machine that was ordered, very fleet,
Along with Charles Smith and Dan. Ritchie, 
And proceeded to Brown & Smith's buildings that were burning furiously. 

And 'in the third floor of the building he took his stand 
Most manfully, without fear, with the hose in his hand, 
And played on the fire through a window in the gable 
With all his might, the hero, as long as he was able. 

And he remained there for about a quarter of an hour, 
While from his hose upon the building the water did pour, 
When, without the least warning, the floor gave way, 
And down he went with it: oh, horror! and dismay! 

And with the debris and flooring he got jammed, 
But Charlie Smith and Dan. Ritchie quickly planned 
To lower down a rope to him, without any doubt, 
So, with a long pull and a strong pull, he was dragged out. 

He thought he was jammed in for a very long time, 
For, instead of being only two hours jammed, he thought `twas months nine, 
But the brave hero kept up his spirits without any dread 
Then he was taken home in a cab, and put to bed. 

Oh, kind Christians! think of Robert Allan, the hero man 
For he certainly is a hero, deny it who can? 
Because, although he was jammed, and in the midst of the flame, 
He tells the world fearlessly he felt no pain. 

The reason why, good people, he felt no pain 
Is because he put his trust in God, to me it seems plain, 
And in conclusion, I most earnestly pray, 
That we will all put our trust in God, night and day. 

And I hope that Robert Allan will do the same, 
Because He saved him from being burnt while in the flame; 
And all that trust in God will do well, 
And be sure to escape the pains of hell.