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Tattie Harvest

The story of the tattie

Once there wis a tattie
Once there wis a tattie
I pit it in the grun (I put it in the ground) 
An fan I wint tae look at it (And when I went to look at it)
A wee bit shoot I foun (A little shoot I found)
The shoot it grew an grew an grew 
An syne became a plant (And then became a plant)
Weel syne I heft't ma tatties (Well then I dug up my potatoes)
An hiv as much as I want! (And I eat as much as I want)

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