They'll go back again." "Go back again," I said laughing.

"Why, they'll never come." "Get out, lad! You're too young to understand they things.

You wait a bit, and you'll see that they will come and find us ready for them too." "With six-foot two of trench, eh, Sam ?" I said.
"Eh?
What?
What do you mean ?" "Why, weren't you singing something about burying them all.

Here, sing us the rest." "Nay, nay, nay, my lad; I can't sing." "Why, I heard you, Sam." "Ay, but that's all I know; and I must get on with my job afore they come." "Before they come, Sam! Why, they'll never come.

Go and hoe up your cabbages and potatoes and you'll be doing some good." "Nay, lad, this be no time for hoeing up cabbage and 'tater.