Three Turkeys fair their last have breathed And now this worled for ever leaved Their father and their mother too Will sigh and weep as well as you Mourning for their offspring fair Whom they did nurse with tender care Indeed the rats their bones have cranch'd To Eternity are they launched Their graceful form and pretty eyes Their fellow fowls did not despise A direful death indeed they had That would put any parent mad But she was more than usual calm She did not give a single dam Here ends this melancholy lay Farewell poor turkeys I must say
- by Marjory Fleming (1803 - 1811) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Richard Rodney Bennett (1936 - 2012), "A melancholy lay", 1969, from A Garland for Marjory Fleming, no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Carol Rasmussen
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