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GOT no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e "Give me a man wiv grit," sez Uncle Jim. 'E bores 'is cute ole eyes right into me, While I stares 'ard an' gives it back to 'im. Then orl at once 'e grips me 'and in 'is; "Some'ow," 'e sez, "I like yer ugly phiz."

"Yeh got a look," 'e sez, "like you could stay; Altho' yeh mauls King's English when yeh yaps, An' 'angs flash frills on ev'rythink yeh say. I ain't no grammarist meself, per'aps, But langwidge is a 'elp, I owns," sez Unk, "When things is goin' crook." An' 'ere 'e wunk.

"Yeh'll find it tough," 'e sez, "to knuckle down. Good farmin' is a gift—like spoutin' slang. Yeh'll 'ave to cut the luxuries o' town, An' chuck the manners uv this back-street gang; Fer country life ain't cigarettes and beer." "I'm game," I sez. Sez Uncle, "Put it 'ere!"


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