(Spoken.)—Nan. Assa, Jin—hae ye seen owt o' wor Jocker doon the Kee, there?
Jin.—Ay, aw saw him and Hairy Tom just gan into the Low Crane, there.
Nan.—The Low Crane, ye clarty fa'—whe are ye myekin' yor gam on?
Jin.—Noo, call me a clarty fa', and aw'll plaister yor gob wi' clarts. Ah, wey, noo! whe are ye calling a clarty fa'?
Nan.—Ay! bliss us a', Jin, what are ye gettin' intiv a rage about?
Jin.—Wey, didn't ye ax me if aw'd seen owt o' Jocker doon the Kee, there—and aw teld ye the truth, and ye wadn't believe me.
Nan.—Wey, is he there?
Jin.—Ti be sure he is.
Nan.—Wey, aw'll sit down here till he comes out—then—
O, maw hinny, Jocker, &c.