Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Lord Tennyson
page 89 of 118 (75%)
page 89 of 118 (75%)
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I done my duty by un as I 'a done by the
lond. VII. But Parson a comes an' a goos, an' a says it easy an' freea `The amoighty's a taakin o' you to 'issen, my friend,' says 'ea. I weant saay men be loiars, thof summun said it in 'aaste: But a reads wonn sarmin a weeak, an' I 'a stubb'd Thornaby waaste. VIII. D'ya moind the waaste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then; Theer wur a boggle in it, I often 'eerd un mysen; Moast loike a butter-bump,* for I 'eerd un aboot an aboot, But I stubb'd un oop wi' the lot, an' raaved an rembled un oot. *Bittern. IX. Keaper's it wur; fo' they fun un theer a laaid on 'is faace Doon i' the woild 'enemies* afoor I comed to the plaace. Noaks or Thimbleby--toner 'ed shot un as dead as |
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