“Well,” said Joe, “I loikes fightin’.”
“Thee loikes fightin’! what’s thee know about fightin’? never fit anything in thy life but thic boar-pig, when he got I down in the yard. O, Joe, I can’t bear the thought o thee goin’.”
“Noa, but Maister Sergeant says thee jist snicks off the ’eads of the enemy like snickin’ off the tops o’ beans.”
“Yes, but ow if thee gets thine snicked off?”
“Well, if mine be snicked off, it wunt be no use to I, and I doan’t care who has un when I ha’ done wi un: anybody’s welcome as thinks he can do better with un than I, or ’as moore right to un.”
“Joe, Joe, whatever’ll them there pigs do wirout thee, and thic there bull ’ll goo out of his mind—he wur mighty fond o’ thee, Joe—thee couldst do anything wi un: couldn’t ur, Joe?”
“Ha!” said the recruit; “that there bull ud foller I about anywhere, and so ur would Missis.”
“Then there be Polly!”
“Ha, that there Polly, she cocked her noase at I, maister, becos she thought I worn’t good enough; but
wait till she sees me in my cloase; she wunt cock her noase at I then, I’ll warrant.”