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 The Three Puddocks
William Souter
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Marilyn Wright

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                                            Three wee bit puddocks
                                            Sat upon a stane:
                                            Tick-a-tack, nick-a-nack,
                                            Brek your hawe-bane.
                                            They lookit in a dub
                                            An' made nae soun'
                                            For they saw a' the sterns
                                            Gang whummlin' roun'.
 
                                            Then ane laucht a lauch,
                                            Gowpin wide his gab,
                                            An' plunkit doun intae the dub
                                            But naething cud he nab:
                                            An' wi' a mou o' mools
                                            He cam drookit oot again:
                                            Tick-a-tack, nick-a-nack,
                                            Brek your hawse-bane.
 
                                            Anither laucht a lauch
                                            ( Wha but gowks wad soom? )
                                            An' cockit on his staney knowe
                                            Afore the dub wud toom;
                                            Then he groupit i' the glaur
                                            Whaur he thocht the sterns had gaen:
                                            Tick-a-tack, nick-a-nack,
                                            Brek your hawse-bane.
 
                                            The hinmaist laucht a lauch,
                                            Coostin' up his croun;
                                            An' richt intae his liftit een
                                            The sterns were lauchin doun.
                                            Cauld, cauld the wheeplin wind;
                                            Cauld the muckle stane:
                                            Tick-a-tack, nick-a-nack,
                                            Brek your hawse-bane.

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