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 three pun and a crown; wunnet beate a hair o’ my beard.” “What can to dui?” says anudder. “ Dul—wey I cun plough, sow, mow, shear, thresh, dike, milk, kurn, muck a byer, sing a psalm, mend cargear, dance a whornpype, nick a nag’s tail, hunt a brock, or feight iver a yen o’ my weight in aw Croglin parish.”

She had a lang beard, for aw t’warl’ like a billygoat, wi’ a kiln-dried frosty face, and then the smawest leg o’ mutton in aw Carel market sarved the cat, me and her for a week. The bairns meade see gam on us, and thundered at the rapper, as if to waken a corp; when I opened the duir, they threw stour i’ my e’en, and caw’d me daft Watty;