The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll/Ye Fattale Cheyse
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YE FATTALE CHEYSE
Ytte wes a mirke an dreiry cave, Weet scroggis[1] owr ytte creepe.Gurgles withyn ye flowan wave Throw channel braid an deep
Never withyn that dreir recesse Wes sene ye lyghte of daye,Quhat bode azont[2] yts mirkinesse[3] Nane kend an nane mote saye.
Ye monarche rade owr brake an brae An drave ye yellynge packe,Hiz meany[4] au' richte cadgily[5] Are wendynge[6] yn hiz tracke.
Wi' eager iye, wi' yalpe an crye Ye hondes yode[7] down ye rocks,Ahead of au' their companye Renneth ye panky[8] foxe.
Ye foxe hes soughte that cave of awe Forewearied[9] wi' hiz rin.Quha nou ys he sae bauld an braw[10] To dare to enter yn?
Wi' eager bounde hes ilka honde Gane till that caverne dreir,Fou[11] many a yowl[12] ys[13] hearde arounde, Fou[11] many a screech of feir.
Like ane wi' thirstie appetite Quha swalloweth orange pulp,Wes hearde a huggle an a bite, A swallow an a gulp.
Ye kynge hes lap frae aff hiz steid, Outbrayde[14] hiz trenchant brande;"Quha on my packe of hondes doth feed, Maun deye benead thilke hande."
This work was published before January 1, 1930, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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