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was back to threepence, her never could get to a groat. Her'd lose a caulve or something.

She must have the bean for the pea, [in bargains].

She would skin a flint, and spoil a sixpenny knife by it.

Down with the lambs, up with the lark, Run to bed, children, before it is dark !

Out of the fashion, out of the nation.

A dainty little dame, — you canna touch her with a hop-pole !

A rotten chip can run downhill easy enough, but coming back is the main !

I wonder what they are doing in London to-day, for we are very busy here.

When any one is slow and don't look sharp, it is " Jack behind Mary !"

The foiled [foolish people] from Capel-y-ffyh did go out with bags to catch the moon. They said it was a cheese.

Anne Prothero and her brothers and sisters used to say of a peony, — "The ould hen is dropping her feathers."

A good contriver is an early riser.

A little help is worth a lot o' pity.

A timber-man [who loads a timber-waggon] has never need of a lawyer to make his will.

I must speak well of the bridge as do carry me safe over, — like the old man said.

Nothing is too hot or too heavy for a thief.

He that will steal a pin will take a bigger thing. [Universal.]

Keeping a [servant] girl and finding her food, that'll take the shine out of the gingerbread.

It is the yarly crow^ that eats the late un's breakfast.

She'll do where the crows do starve.

Where there are three children, — two to fight, and one to part 'em, — that's nice.

Whatever is young learnt is never old forgot.

The cold wind in March was called Heirloom. There was a man went to a cottage to ask for a bit to eat, and she said she had a bit of cheese in the house. Her husband had kep' it for Heir- loom. The man said, — " My name is Heirloom." The poor " Pron. to rhyme with row (a quarrel).