Wish they wud gie thee a good baite, mak thee hop a bit vaster, I reckon.

Hit that there girt ozebird over's back wi' the broomstick, he be robbing of my young zow.

Choog, choog, choog! and a drap more left in the dripping-pail.' 'Come now, Betty,' I said, when all the pigs were at it sucking, swilling, munching, guzzling, thrusting, and ousting, and spilling the food upon the backs of their brethren (as great men do with their charity), 'come now, Betty, how much longer am I to wait for your message?
Surely I am as good as a pig.' 'Dunno as thee be, Jan.

No straikiness in thy bakkon.

And now I come to think of it, Jan, thee zed, a wake agone last Vriday, as how I had got a girt be-ard.