[North Wilts.]
'Now, do'e plaze to walk in a bit, zur, and rest'e, and dwont'e mind
my measter up agin th' chimley carner. Poor zowl an hin, he've a bin
despert ill ever zence t'other night, when a wur tuk ter'ble bad
wi' th' rheumatiz in's legs and stummick. He've a bin and tuk dree
bottles o' doctor's stuff; but I'll be whipped if a do simbly a bit
th' better var't. Lawk, zur, but I be main scrow to be ael in zich a
caddle, ael alang o' they childern. They've a bin a leasin, and when
um coomed whoame, they ael tuk and drowed the carn ael among th' vire
stuff, and zo here we be, ael in a muggle like. And you be lookin'
middlinish, zur, and ael as if'e was shrammed. I'll take and bleow up
th' vire a mossel; but what be them bellises at? here they be slat
a-two! and here's my yeppurn they've a'bin and scarched, and I've
a-got narra 'nother 'gin Zunday besepts thisum!'--_Wiltshire Tales_,
pp. 137-8.