Henry Spence, Bog, Westmoreland.
Robin fawn himself to be fortune-teller. So he bet a lot of money dat
whatever dey have fe dinner to-night, him will tell it. So Robin name
Fox,—call him “Mr. Fox Robin,”—an’ dey didn’t know his name. So it was
a fox underneat’ de dish fe de dinner. So when him come in, frighten’,
t’ink him goin’ to lose, him sit down, say, “Aye, poor Fox is caught
to-day!” When dey hear him say dis, everybody give a shout. Him win;
for it was a fox underneat’ de dish.
Once de good man again go out to shoot. So him coming home, hear about
Fox too,—same Fox. So him catch a robin redbreast an’ kill it an’ roast
it an’ put it under de dish de very same as dey do de fox. So at dinner
when he come to a certain time, say, “I want to know what underneat’ de
dish now, Mr. Fox?” So said, “Well, poor Robin is well caught to-day!”