JOHN.
Now only think o' that! You must contrive
To keep en in, or else he'll never thrive.
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CHILD.
An' father, what d'ye think? I voun' to-day
The nest where thik wold hen ov our's do lay:
'Twer out in orcha'd hedge, an' had vive aggs.
Now only think o' that! You must contrive
To keep en in, or else he'll never thrive.
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An' father, what d'ye think? I voun' to-day
The nest where thik wold hen ov our's do lay:
'Twer out in orcha'd hedge, an' had vive aggs.