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viii.

D'ya moind the waäste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then;

Theer wur a boggle in it, I often 'eerd un mysén;
Moäst loike a butter-bump^[1], for I 'eerd un aboot an' aboot,
But I stubb'd un oop wi' the lot, an' raäved an' rembled un oot.

ix.

Keäper's it wur; fo' they fun un theer a-laäid on 'is faäce

Doon i' the woild 'enemies^[2] afoor I comed to the plaäce.
Noäks or Thimbleby—toner 'ed shot un as deäd as a naäil.
Noäks wur 'ang'd for it opp at 'soize—but git ma my yaäle.

1. Bittern.
2. Anemones.