Why, no, the thunder peals do drown the sound o' wheels.
His own pipe is a-pitched too loud.
What, you here too?
RACKETÈN JOE.
Yes, Sir, to you.
All o' me that's a-left.
JEÄNE.
A body plump's a goodish lump
Where reämes ha' such a heft.
Why, no, the thunder peals do drown the sound o' wheels.
His own pipe is a-pitched too loud.
What, you here too?
Yes, Sir, to you.
All o' me that's a-left.
A body plump's a goodish lump
Where reämes ha' such a heft.