Three Turkeys Fair

 

Marjorie Fleming

“Three Turkeys Fair”

This requiem was inspired by one of her visits to Braehead farm, of which

she writes:-

“I am going tomorrow to a delightful place, Braehead by name, belonging to Crawford,
where there is ducks, cocks, hens, bubbly jocks, two dogs, two cats and swine, which is delightul.”

And again:-

“Braehead is extremely pleasant to me by the companie of swine, geese, cocks, etc.,
and they are the delight of my soul.”

Still again :-

“Braehead is extremely pleasant to me by the companie of wine, geese, cocks, etc.,
and they are the delight of my soul.”

Still again :-

I am going to tell you of a melancholy story. A young turkie of two or three months old,
would you believe it, the father broke its leg, and he killed another !
I think he ought to be transported or hanged.

Dedicated to Mrs Crawford by the author, M.F.

“Three turkeys fair their last have breathed,
And now this world for ever leaved;
Their father and their mother, too,
They sigh and weep as well as you;
Indeed, the rats their bones have crunched,
Into eternity they’re laanched
A direful death indeed they had,
As wad put any parent mad;
But she was more than usual calm,
She did not care a single dam.”

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