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 "id": "james-mcintyre/big-stag",
 "title": "Big Stag",
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 "poet": "James McIntyre",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poems of James McIntyre",
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  "year": 1889,
  "venue": "Poems of James McIntyre (1889)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-20"
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   {
    "text": "Each Highland forester doth brag",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That he hath seen a mighty stag,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But sportsmen they do think it strange,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He never comes within their range.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "But the keeper, Donald McKay,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Says he saw it just the other day,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And though gents can’t it, dihcover,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It is there the same, whatever.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "The last I saw of wondrous stag,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He was grazing near yon crag,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In company with hia dear doe,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "They seemed to love each other so.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "And playful sporting on the lawn,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "’Long side of them their bonnie fawn;",
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   {
    "text": "I loved to see the creatures play,",
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   {
    "text": "From them I scarce could turn away.",
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   {
    "text": "My heart grew tender, I did lag",
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   {
    "text": "So long I could not shoot the stag,",
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   {
    "text": "And forest still he yet adorns,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With magnificent head of horns.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "But I do fear some fatal day.",
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   {
    "text": "That some pot-hunter will him slay,",
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   {
    "text": "Who would be heedless of the woe",
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   {
    "text": "And sorrows of the fawn and doe.",
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