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A GHOST.
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WIFE.
An’ little Jack, you know, ’s a-gwaïn to eärn
A penny too, a-keepèn birds off corn.
JOHN.
O brave! What wages do ’e meän to gi’e?
WIFE.
She dreppence vor a day, an’ twopence he.
JOHN.
Well, Polly; thou must work a little spracker
When thou bist out, or else thou wu’ten pick
A dungpot lwoad o’ stwones up very quick.
CHILD.
Oh! yes I shall. But Jack do want a clacker:
An’ father, wull ye teäke an’ cut
A stick or two to meäke his hut.
JOHN.
You wench! why you be always up a-baggèn.
I be too tired now to-night, I’m sure,
To zet a-doèn any mwore:
Zoo I shall goo up out o’ the waÿ o’ the waggon.
Eclogue.
A GHOST.
Jem an’ Dick.
JEM.
This is a darkish evenèn; b’ye a-feärd
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