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I like reading poetry in Middle Scots. It's really similar to Early Modern English, so it isn't difficult to learn once you pick up on the differences. It's also incredibly fun to pronounce words, so I have to read all Middle Scots poems aloud. Here's a short one, "The Two Crows"--English Translation here: The Twa Corbies As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies makin a mane; The tane unto the ither say, "Whar sall we gang and dine the-day?" "In ahint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new slain knight; And nane do ken that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound an his lady fair." "His hound is tae the huntin gane, His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's tain anither mate, So we may mak oor dinner swate." "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike oot his bonny blue een; Wi ae lock o his gowden hair We'll theek oor nest whan it grows bare." "Mony a one for him makes mane, But nane sall ken whar he is gane; Oer his white banes, whan they are bare, The wind sall blaw for evermair."
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