We've a mist ye
iver zunz thic time, when we war at zea-wall, an cut aup tha girt
porpus wi' za many zalmon in hiz belly--zum o'm look'd vit ta eat
as thaw tha wor a bwiled, did'n thAc?--
_Jimmy._--Aw eese, Thomas; I da mine tha porpus; an I da mine
tha udder, an tha milk o'n, too. I be a come whim, Thomas, an I
dwon't thenk I shall goo ta school again theA¤ze zumrner. I shall
be out amangst ye. I'll goo wi' ta mawy, an ta hAc-makin, an ta
reapy--I'll come Acter, an zet up tha stitches vor ye, Thomas. An
if I da stAc till Milemas, I'll goo ta Matthews fayer wi'. Thomas,
Acve ye had any zenvy theA¤ze year?--I zeed a gir'd'l o't amangst
tha wheat as I rawd along. Ave you bin down in ham, Thomas, o'
late--is thic groun, tha ten yacres, haind vor mawin?
_Thomas Came._--Aw, Maester Jimmy! I da love ta hire you tAck-
-da zeem za naatal. We a had zum zenvy--an tha ten yacres be a
haind--a'll be maw'd in veo dAcs--you'll come an hAc-maky, o'nt ye?-
-eese, I knaw you ool--an I da knaw whool goo a hAc-makin wi', too
--ah, she's a zweet maid--I dwon't wonder at ye at Acll, Maester
Jimmy--Lord bless ye, an love ye booA¤th.
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