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A FABLE
Ae day a peacock nest I gat,
I put a young ane in my hat,
And took it hame, rejoicing at
My worthy prize,
And laid it by, afore I quat
My thieving guise.
Beside our rantin' cluckin' hen
I put it, there to mak a fen,
Amang a deck o' nine or ten.
In core wi' ither,
And weel they greed, baith but and ben,
For days thegither.
A silly brash at times it teuk.
But aye they friend it like a keuk,
And griped flies, and whiles a clock,
To mak amen's,
Till firm it grew like ony duck,
Amang the fens.
But when its tail began to sprout,
Many a leuk it teuk about.
To see the feathers sprouting out,
Sae bonny braw,
And then began to cry and hoot.
And left them a'.

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