He danc't up an' deawn war nor a drunken pace-egger.
As stiff [dead] as a maggot.
As cramm'd [ill-tempered] as a wisket, an' as 'cute as Dick's hat-band.
That winter 'ut things wurn so bad bent him deawn like a windle.
His hant wur as thin as a comm [comb].
He 're as quiet as a stopt clock; he 're stark deead.
Aw'd no brass [money] o' mi awn; nobbut what had as monny legs as an earwig.
We're o' oo a litter, like Kitter pigs [i.e., the pigs of the sand-knockers of Smallbridge].
It's war [worse] nor muckin wi' sond an' drainin wi' cinders.
His e'e-seet cuts across somewheer abeawt th' end ov his nose as sharp as a pair o' sithors.
"Every one to ther likins," as owd George o' Jammy's sed when he swallut th' suvverin.
Off aw seet deawn th' fowt, like a thrail dog.
It 'ud melt th' heart o' a whet-stone, or, what's harder, a putter-eawt.
That's same as owd Nanny Roger's blynt hoss; it's a ripper.
He sprawlt like a stricken tooad upo' the greawnd.
As quiet as a chapel.
He 're straight as ony picken-rod,
And limber as a snig.
Goo trailin' abeawt
Like a hen at 's i' th' meawt [moult].
