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Ive nothin else jist now ta tell:
Goo, little Reed, an than forwel!
FARMER BENNET AN JAN LIDE,
_A DIALOGUE._
_Farmer Bennet.--_ Jan! why dwon't ye right my shoes?
_Jan Lide.--_ Bin, maA"ster 'tis zaw cawld, I can't work wi'
tha tacker at Acll; I've a brawk it ten times I'm shower ta dAc--
da vreaze za hord. Why Hester hanged out a kittle-smock ta drowy,
an in dree minits a war a vraur as stiff as a pawker; an I can't
avoord ta keep a good vier--I wish I cood--I'd zoon right your
shoes and withers too--I'd zoon yarn [Footnote: Earn.] zum money,
I warnt ye. Can't ye vine zum work vor me, maester, theA¤ze hord
times--I'll do any theng ta sar a penny.--I can drash--I can
cleave brans--I can make spars--I can thatchy--I can shear ditch,
an I can gripy too, bit da vreaze za hord. I can wimmy--I can
messy or milky nif ther be need o't. I ood'n mine dreavin plough
or any theng.
_Farmer Bennet.--_ I've a got nothing vor ye ta do, Jan; bit
Mister Boord banchond ta I jist now that thAc war gwain ta wimmy,
ond that thAc wanted zumbody ta help 'em.
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