poor brewts summat to ait beside, or else th' inspector for crewelty to
annimals wod have been daan on em befoor nah.

It's a long gate up Beacon Hill--yo goa up New Bank an' ovver Godly
Brig, in between th' Bloody Field an' Saint Joseph's Schooil, an' then
reight up to th' top, an' if it wornt for th' fact at thears a gooid few
public haases o'th road aw dooant think 'at Sarah wod ivver have getten
to th' top at all; for shoo wor tuk bad wi' th' spasms jist at th' side
o' th' Pine Apple, an shoo had attacks ivvery few minnits wol we gate to
th' Albion, which is th' last licensed haase; but bi gooid luck they
didn't coom on after that, for as thers noawhear to get her onny thing
comfortin' if shoo'd been tuk agean, aw dooant know whativver aw should
ha done.

Well, we gate to th' top at last, an' sat daan to luk at th' view. It's
reight grand, an them at hasn't seen it should goa bi all means at once.
Yo can see all ovver th' taan--monny a thaasand chimleys all smokin' at
once, an' scoars o' mill's, an' ivvery nah an' then when th' wind blows
th' reek away, yo can see th' Bastile as plain as owt.

As we wor sittin' daan to rest we heeard sumdy tawkin' jist ovver th'
wall, soa we kept still a bit, an' varry sooin we heeard as mich cursin'
an' swearin' as owt to have filled a faandry for a wick.

"Whativver is ther to do," sed Sarah, "lets have a luck?"

We gate up, an' went an' luk'd throo a hoil i' th' wall, an' thear daan
in a bit ov a holler, soa 'at they couldn't be seen, wor abaat twenty
gurt strappin' young fellers tossin' coppers.