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They sound like animals among the bushes, huddling together for shelter beneath the nettles. These sons of theirs have also turned out to be fools, yes, children of no name, outcasts of civilization.

“And now I have become the subject of their ribald song! I am a joke among them!

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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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Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.

They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

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