“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.”