Captain Toby was having his pint of ale at a tavern, when in comes a miner who was wont to be called "Old Blowhard," and was not esteemed trusty or diligent as a workman.
"How are 'ee, Capp'n?"
"Clever, how art thee?"
"Purty well for health," says Bill, "but I want a job. Can 'ee give us waun ovver to yur new bal?"
"No, we're full," replied Captain Toby.
"How many men have 'ee goat ovver theere?" asked old Bill Blowhard.
"How many? Why we've two sinking a air-shaft through the flockan, and two to taackle, and that's fower; and theere's two men in the oddit, and a booay to car tools and that, and that makes three moore, and that altogether es seben."
"And how many cappuns have 'ee goat?" said Bill.
"How many? Why ten."
"What! Ten cappuns to watch ovver seben men? I doant b'lieve you can maake that out, for the venturers wouldn't stand it."