[South Wilts: Wilton.]
Wen Zal Slatter coorteed Jim Bleak he wur under carter, an' she wur
maid a ael wuk up at Hill Varm. Zoo thay 'greed ta putt up tha banns
unbeknown to their measter an' missus. Wen Varmer comed out a chirch
thic Zundy a gooes straight inta kitchen wur Zal wur cookin' a girt
laig a mutten var dinner, an a zaays, 'Zal,' a zaays, 'Wur that thee
an' Jim I yeard caal'd whoam bit now?' 'I 'specs 'twur, measter,'
zaays Zal. 'Why, wat in tha wordle diss thee want ta get married var?
Hassen a got a good whoam, a good bade ta sleep on? an' a good laig a
mutten ta zet down to wen bist 'ungry?' 'O eece, measter,' zaays Zal,
'I knaas ael that, bit did 'ee ever know a wench as hooden gie up a
laig o' mutten var a whole man?'