Cozen Mal aand I ben courtain bout afe a year.
Hould up tha head, Mal; don’t be ashamed, dost hire?
Aand Crull one day made grief ’tween I and she;
But he shall smart for it now, I swear by G——.
Haw told me lies, as round as any cup.
Now Mal and I have mit, we’ve made it up;
So, Kappen, that’s the way I stopt, I vow.
Kappen. Ahah! I dedent giss the case jist now.
But what dost think of that last batch of ore?
Saundry. Why pewer and keenly gossen, Kappen, shure