Tummas: Aw, wooll ee?
Rause: Eez, ee wooll.
Tummas: Bist a-goin to haymaking to year?
Rause: Eez, in the Voremeads to-morrer.
Tummas: Zum on um means to gie out and axe for a crownd more. Gwain to strike, doan’t ee zee?
Rause: A passel o’ fools.
Tummas: Arl on um ull join. They be going to begin at Mrs Estcourt’s vust down to Greene Ferne. Her be sure to gie in to um, cos her’s a ’ooman.
Rause: Odd drot um!
Tummas: I zay, Rause.
Rause: Eez, you.