1
Built on the Tyne an' sails out of 'Ull.
2
Now Ruk would present himself at the Guth-Ull, the council of chiefs, and hear their judgement.
3
Husband: Njord (first), Ull (second)
4
The launch wull cost ye naught an' ut 'ull brung ye back.
5
My mother called me that, but Jography 'ull fit fine jest now.
6
Hard carrots 'ull lie heavy on his stomach, piety or no piety.
7
I'll send him off-butthen folks ull say I'm afraid of gossip.
8
A strange hand 'ull put everything wrang and he'll dee, that's a'.
9
The young uns ull crack up most anything as comes along.
10
Arter that, I suppose Scotton ull want some sort of a dockyment sent.
11
Not a step 'ull you get me to stir again to-night.
12
There, you call me Jography, young uns; 'tis uncommon, and 'ull fit fine.
13
Master Tom 'ull know better nor buy such things another time.
14
Any jail-bird that flies their way 'ull find they's all of a feather.
15
Cecile 'ull die ef she can't get little Maurice back again.
16
The troops 'ull make mincemeat of 'em, if they come to close quarters.
