ROBERT.
You'll lose your meäster soon, then, I do vind;
He's gwaïn to leäve his farm, as I do larn,
At Miëlmas; an' I be zorry vor'n.
What, is he then a little bit behind?
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THOMAS.
O no! at Miëlmas his time is up,
An' thik there sly wold fellow, Farmer Tup,