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Rh (1) Oh! here’s a bwoy a-comèn. Here, my lad, &emsp;&emsp;Dost know vor a’r a speäde, that can be had?

(B) At father’s,&emsp;(1) Well, where’s that?&emsp;(Bwoy) At Sam’el Riddick’s.

(1) Well run, an’ ax vor woone. Fling up your heels, &emsp;&emsp;An’ mind: a speäde to dig out theäsem wheels, &emsp;&emsp;An’ hook to cut a little lock o’ widdicks.

(3) Why, we shall want zix ho’ses, or a dozen, &emsp;&emsp;To pull the waggon out, wi’ all theäse vuzzen.

(1) Well, we mus’ lighten en; come, Jeämes, then, hop &emsp;&emsp;Upon the lwoad, an’ jus’ fling off the top.

(2) If I can clim’ en; but ’tis my consaït, &emsp;&emsp;That I shall overzet en wi’ my waïght.

(1) You overzet en! No, Jeämes, he won’t vall. &emsp;&emsp;The lwoad’s a-built so firm as any wall.

(2) Here! lend a hand or shoulder vor my knee &emsp;&emsp;Or voot. I’ll scramble to the top an’ zee &emsp;&emsp;What I can do. Well, here I be, among &emsp;&emsp;The fakkets, vor a bit, but not vor long. &emsp;&emsp;Heigh, George! Ha! ha! Why this wull never stand. &emsp;&emsp;Your firm ’s a wall, is all so loose as zand; &emsp;&emsp;’Tis all a-come to pieces. Oh! Teäke ceäre! &emsp;&emsp;Ho! I’m a-vallèn, vuzz an’ all! Haë! There!

(1) Lo’k there, thik fellor is a-vell lik’ lead. &emsp;&emsp;An’ half the fuzzen wi ’n, heels over head! &emsp;&emsp;There’s all the vuzz a-lyèn lik’ a staddle, &emsp;&emsp;An’ he a-deäb’d wi’ mud. Oh! Here’s a caddle!

(3) An’ zoo you soon got down zome vuzzen, Jimmy.

(2) Ees, I do know ’tis down, I brought it wi’ me.

(3) Your lwoad, George, wer a rather slick-built thing, &emsp;&emsp;But there, ’twer prickly vor the hands! Did sting?