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"My husban' is," replied the woman; "an' he connot ston it just neaw, yo mun let HIM have a pair iv yo con." "Give her two pairs of clogs," said the chairman. Another woman took her clog off, and held it up, saying, "Look at that. We're o' walkin' o'th floor; an' smoor't wi' cowds." One decent-looking old body, with a starved face, applied. The chairman said, "Why, what's your son doing now?
At last, he geet so freeten't, that he chuck't th' fiddle down, an' darted out o'th chapel, beawt hat; an' off he ran whoam, in a cowd sweet, wi' his yure stickin' up like a cushion-full o' stockin'-needles. An' he bowted straight through th' heawse, an' reel up-stairs to bed, wi' his clooas on, beawt sayin' a word to chick or chighlt.
'Betty, said Robin, wipin' his face wi' his sleeve, 'it's bin dry weather latly. So th' owd lass took th' hint, an' fetched 'em a quart o' ale. While they stood i'th middle o'th floor suppin' their ale, Betty took th' candle an' went a-lookin' at this organ; and hoo couldn't tell whatever to make on it.... Did'n yo ever see a weshin'-machine, Nanny?" "Never i' my life," said Nanny.
We'n some singers comin' to neet." "Nay," said I, "I think I'll tak up through Horncliffe, an' by th' moor-gate, to't 'Top o'th Hoof." "Well, then," replied he, "yo mun strike off at th' lift hond, about a mile fur on; an' then up th' hill side, an' through th' delph. Fro theer yo mun get upo' th' owd road as weel as yo con; an' when yo'n getten it, keep it.
I say 'twas done like a wise Man, Sir; but under favour, Gentlemen, this Wasteall is a Rascal Noi. A very Rascal, Sir, and a most dangerous Fellow he cullies in your Prentices and Cashiers to play which ruins so many o'th' young Fry i'th' City Sir Cau. Hum does he so d'ye hear that, Edward? Noi. Then he keeps a private Press, and prints your Amsterdam and Leyden Libels. Sir Cau.
I came out at Haslingden town-end with my old acquaintance, "Rondle o'th Nab," better known by the name of "Sceawter," a moor-end farmer and cattle dealer. He was telling me a story about a cat that squinted, and grew very fat because to use his own words it "catched two mice at one go."
Robin, th' carrier, is his owdest lad; an' he fawurs a chap at's bin brought up o' yirth-bobs an' scaplins. Well, it seems that Robin brought this box-organ up fro th' town in his cart o'th Friday neet; an' as luck would have it, he had to bring a new weshin'-machine at th' same time, for owd Isaac Buckley, at th' Hollins Farm.
Now I must trust thy secresie. Do. You shall not doubt me, Madam, and t'assure you My faith, I have a suit to your Ladiship Whose grant, were there no other bonds upon me, Would tye me everlastinglie to silence. La. What ist? but name, and I shall soone confirme thee. Do. Our Captaine o'th traind band has been offring To chaffer Maidenheads with me.
"Then, th' baillies looked reawnd 'em as sly as a meawse, When they see'd at o'th goods had bin taen eawt o' th' heawse; Says tone chap to tother, 'O's gone, thae may see, Says aw, 'Lads, ne'er fret, for yo're welcome to me! Then they made no moor do, But nipt up wi' owd stoo, An' we both letten thwack upo' th' flags.
He're noan beawn to be snape't wi' a tootlin' whipper-snapper like Joss, a bit of a bow-legged whelp, twenty year yunger nor his-sel. Then there wur a crack coom i' Billy Tootle bassoon; an' Billy stuck to't that some o'th lot had done it for spite. An' there were sich fratchin an' cabals among 'em as never wur known.
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