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Who says he's not fine gold from head to foot? What is it that he can't do? If there was a mountain ever so high, he would gallop over it. If there was a river ever so deep, he would swim through it If he could but speak, I might send him to market alone with the fish, and not a chavo of the money would he spend on the way home. Who says he can't go as far as that limping horse?
A bitti chavo jalled adree the boro gav pash his dadas, an' they hatched taller the hev of a ruppenomengro's buddika sar pordo o' kushti-dickin covvas. "O dadas," shelled the tikno chavo, "what a boro choromengro dovo mush must be to a' lelled so boot adusta rooys an' horas!" "O father," cried the small boy, "what a great thief that man must be to have got so many spoons and watches!"
'My opinion of death, brother, is much the same as that in the old song of Pharaoh, which I have heard my grandam sing: "Cana marel o manus chivios ande puv, Ta rovel pa leste o chavo ta romi." When a man dies, he is cast into the earth, and his wife and child sorrow over him.
‘My opinion of death, brother, is much the same as that in the old song of Pharaoh, which I have heard my grandam sing— Cana marel o manus chivios andé puv, Ta rovel pa leste o chavo ta romi. When a man dies, he is cast into the earth, and his wife and child sorrow over him.
Nice reeds make nice baskets. He can't hold himself together. Spoken of an infirm old man. Too boot of a mush for his kokero. Too much of a man for himself; i.e., he thinks too much of himself. He's too boot of a mush to rakker a pauveri chavo. He's too proud too speak to a poor man.
Adoi I jalled from the gudli 'dree the toss-ring for a pashora, when I dicked a waver mush, an' he putched mandy, 'What bak? and I penned pauli, 'Kek bak; but I've got a bittus left. So I wussered with lester an' nashered saw my covvas my chukko, my gad, an' saw, barrin' my rokamyas. Then I jalled kerri with kek but my rokamyas an I borried a chukko off my pen's chavo.
"'My opinion of death, brother, is much the same as that in the old song of Pharaoh, which I have heard my grandam sing "Canna marel o manus chivios ande puv, Ta rovel pa leste o chavo ta romi." When a man dies, he is cast into the earth, and his wife and child sorrow over him.
While he tooled the gry a rani pookered him, "Rikker this trushni to my ker, an' I'll del tute a trin grushi." So he lelled a chavo to tool the gry, and pookered lester, "Tute shall get pash the wongur."
SHAVERS, as a quaint nick-name for children, is possibly inexplicable, unless we resort to Gipsy, where we find it used as directly as possible. Chavo is the Rommany word for child all the world over, and the English term chavies, in Scottish Gipsy shavies, or shavers, leaves us but little room for doubt.
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