Girt bandy-lags! I jist should like to try.
We'll goo, if thou dost like, an' jist zee which
Can heave the mwost, or car the biggest nitch.
BOB.
There, Sam, do meäke me zick to hear thy braggèn!
Why bissen strong enough to car a flagon.
SAM.
You grinnèn fool! why I'd zet thee a-blowèn,
If thou wast wi' me vor a day a-mowèn.
I'd wear my cwoat, an' thou midst pull thy rags off,