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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).
