up, to see iv his meauth went o' reawnd; but he knockt me into the dhitch.
He 's one o' thoose at 'll lend onybody a shillin', iv the'n give him fourteenpence to stick to.
On receiving a present of game from a son.—It isn't so oft 'at th' kittlin brings th' owd cat a meawse, but it hes done this time.
Thae 'rt to white abeawt th' ear-roots to carry a gray toppin whoam, aw deawt.
Aw wouldn't lend te a dog to catch a ratton wi'.
[Some statesmen might do] to sceawr warps, or to wesh barrils eawt at th' back o' th' Bull's Yed; but are no moor fit to govern a nation nor Breawn at the Shore, or Owd Batterlash, at beat waytur far runnin!
Boarding 's t' best laving (i.e., putting the feast on the board is the best invitation).
Love's a philter, they sayn, to mak' th' dead wick [quick].
As uneasy as a keeper wi' varmint.
Better so than run off fleyed [affrighted] loike a heawnd cotched poaching.
A mow o' hay's as soft i' moi arms as moi owd wench.
Colliers v. Farm Labourers.—What t' farreps, mon, dost gaum [suppose] us chaps as tears t' guts eawt o' th' eairth arn nobbut a set o' gaumrils [dullards] an' neatrils [idiots], loike fellies as scrat holes for praties loike rations, an' niver crooks their backs but t' mow gress, or t' ma'e a doike? Thae be far.
To the question,—"What have you got there?" a
