Give me nature, I say--woman as she's made! eh, young gentleman ?" "You seem very lonely here," said Richard, glancing round, and at the ceiling.
"Lonely ?" quoth the farmer.

"Well, for the matter o' that, we be!--jest now, so't happens; I've got my pipe, and Tom've got his Folly.

He's on one side the table, and I'm on t'other.

He gapes, and I gazes.

We are a bit lonesome.