Th' hommer fo's leet wi' 'em; but we dunnot like to push 'em so mich, yo known--for what's a shillin' a day?
Aw know some odd uns i' this delph at never tastes fro mornin' till they'n done at neet,--an' says nought abeawt it, noather.

But they'n families.

Beside, fro wake lads, sick as yon, at's bin train't to nought but leet wark, an' a warm place to wortch in, what con yo expect?
We'n had a deeal o' bother wi 'em abeawt bein' paid for weet days, when they couldn't wortch.

They wur not paid for weet days at th' furst; an' they geet it into their yeds at Shorrock were to blame.

Shorrock's th' paymaister, under th' Guardians, But, then, he nobbut went accordin' to orders, yo known.
At last, th' Board sattle't that they mut be paid for weet and dry,- -an' there's bin quietness sin'.