Among the bushes they brayed,
Under the nettles they nestled.
They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.

“And(A) now I am their taunting song;
Yes, I am their byword.

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They brayed(A) among the bushes(B)
    and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,(C)
    they were driven out of the land.(D)

“And now those young men mock me(E) in song;(F)
    I have become a byword(G) among them.

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