Ye Fattale Cheyse
Ytte wes a mirke an dreiry cave,
Weet scroggis
1 owr ytte creepe.
Gurgles withyn yee 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 annane 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 grae aff hiz steid,
Outbrayde
14 hiz trenchant brande;
"Quha on my packe of hondes doth feed,
Maun deye benead thilke hande."
Sae sed, sae dune: ye stonderes
15 hearde
Fou many a mickle
16 stroke,
Sowns
17 luke ye flappynge of a birde,
A struggle an a choke.
Owte of ye cave scarce fette
18 they ytte,
Wi pow
19 an push an hau'
20--
Whereof Y've drawne a littel bytte,
Bot durst not draw ytte au.
21
Lewis Carroll, 1850-1853
- bushes.
- beyond.
- darkness.
- company.
- merrily.
- going journeying.
- went.
- cunning.
- much wearied.
- brave.
- full.
- howl.
- is.
- drawn.
- bystanders.
- heavy.
- sounds.
- fetched.
- pull.
- haul.
- all.