December 19, 2008
Robert Allen: The Corbie Crow
Oot ower the fell, he’s eyes aglint.
Aye scroongin’ owt below,
Yon crafty ridor o’ the wind,
Theor flees the corbie crow.
A blackie’s eye hes fancy feed,
A pickle blood he’s dram,
He spies hes belly’s orgent need.
A werm-dopt kebbit lamb.
The splodges on yon tufty knowe
Erl bloo an’ kerl noo show
Just hoo the sorra o’ the yowe
Wes suppor for the crow.
From “Canny Bit Verse”, 1994. ISBN 0-9524649-0-X Published by the author.
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