1
Hard carrots 'ull lie heavy on his stomach, piety or no piety.
2
I'll send him off-butthen folks ull say I'm afraid of gossip.
3
A strange hand 'ull put everything wrang and he'll dee, that's a'.
4
The young uns ull crack up most anything as comes along.
5
Arter that, I suppose Scotton ull want some sort of a dockyment sent.
6
There, you call me Jography, young uns; 'tis uncommon, and 'ull fit fine.
7
But I can't think as how anythink 'ull come ov it.
8
Speaking from experience, Michael McDowell pronounces his name Mack Doow-ull.
9
There always hopin it ull be somethin else I guess.
10
It ull tak 'im till to-morrow mornin to know his yed from his heels.
11
Aye, I've a big stable lantern as 'ull do too.
12
The bloomin' Maharajer 'ull think we've got a funk on.'
13
Oh, then the night porter ull know of it, sir.
14
The shearing ull do proper-themen know their job-andBroadhurst ull see to the hay.
15
Wee ull have a beer, we'll work ih tout.
16
Most on it 'ere in Clinton-someon it, Muster Miles o' Frampton ull swear to.
