An', my bredren, includin' uv de sistren, I ain't gwine ter spare yer feelin's dis day. |
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An' you git it out o' yer hid,' I sez, 'thot anny gran' felly's goin' t' marry you, or th' loikes o' you. |
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Yer'll gib yer soul uv yer had any left, jist fur wun smell ob a rotten egg! |
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My bredren, dont think yer sufferin when yer not, jest for an excuse to git a dram. |
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Bandages an ointment an embrocation an splints, an a book on Ow to be yer own Surgin! |
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I tell yer, Aunt Becky, it done me good all over to see em so flustrated, and he burst into a loud guffaw. |
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De boys aint gwine to brak their necks over you when yer gets ole an' ugly, nuther. |
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Betsy, if I talk out square you 'll not blab it all 'round the village, will yer? |
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It tykes more'n twiddley little bits er lights ter scare James Collins, I tells yer. |
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You membrs, she began after an ominous silence, ole man Gullys hant, doan yer? |
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Well, Ted, I calkerlate I've got su'thing in that there waggin that 'UL astonish yer marm. |
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Yer hadn't no call to enter the conductor's crib, none at all, siree, and yet yer did. |
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Do ye want to be left to the b'ars and the h'a'nts, in the big black woods, all by yer lonesome? |
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I did stop yer honours, and we did christen that baby, both inside and out. |
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Faix, yer ticket reads straight through, wid no stop-off priv'leges whatever. |
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Come yer ways in, lambie, an' Lisbeth'll gie ye some nice supper, for nae tea ye've had. |
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Dat rooster aint no chicken, I tell yer, tain nuthin in dis worl but er hant. |
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Bless yer soul, D'rindy, they hed a hole ez big ez that thar piggin, afore I thunk ennything 'bout'n it. |
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John, just 'ave the kyndness to 'and over a 'body snatcher' 'ere, will yer? |
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Growed too, and dressed to kill, and sittin' in this yer house as natril as a jaybird! |
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A gent gets into my Keb and sez he, 'Drive me until I tell yer to stop, and go as fast as yer can,' sez he. |
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At the nape of yer neck, while a feller in front squirts yer down with a 'ose. |
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Ye've been through enough of late to knock out a dozen men, an' yit yer as chipper as a whisky-jack. |
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Trem yer whuskers an change yer trousies for a kelt, an mebbe yell crack a joke wi less deeficulty. |
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Your fences are straight with yer land, and I happen to sabe all yer corners. |
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And when that time comes, Kitty 'alannah,' will you ever renumber yer ould grandfather, who won't be to 'the fore' to see it? |
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I come hup jest when the perleeceman and the pawnbroker were a-gripping yer. |
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What were ye thinking of, Alvin, to let such a blunderhead manage yer craft? |
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Think becos you've got a killick on yer arm yer can do wot yer likes, I suppose! |
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And, I guess, yer barns are chocked full of yer wheel gearing and implements. |
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Shiminey Christmas, vos yer tink I vould listen ter some more ohf dem lies mitoud dot I trownd it oud alretty? |
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Wal, sir, I've heerd yer from the North, and I'd like to know if yer an Ab'lishener. |
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Ther crack is big ernuff ter put yer finger in, but Unc' fletch doesn't do no such fool trick ez that. |
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An' zo a zed a 'oodden bide yer no longer, fur ef a did her'd never let un gwo. |
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I've watched the lot of you Cavendishes, with yer stuck-up 'holier-than-thou' ways. |
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I want 'em laid 'pun top er one ernudder, bredren, tell yer can't see de bottumus' monahs. |
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I tell yer the maned white wolf is wiser'n most people, and but for eating his cubs, he's nature's gentleman. |
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And he never would have let this yer come on me, if he could have seed it aforehand. |
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It's argufy here and argufy there, an' while yer at that, me an' the rest av us is squeezin' the fun out o' life. |
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Ere you come, a pore mis'rable specimen of 'uman scum, an' I tykes yer into my galley an' treats yer 'ansom, an' this is wot I get for it. |
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That I driv yer honour the last three miles without a linchpin! |
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Yer the orneriest ostrich fur a man of yer keerful eddication! |
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When yer day's wark is done, and you come home, I go out o' your house. |
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And if yer wants a bit of bread yer awsks for pain, strewth! |
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If you was you wouldn't of left yer man an' pulled out with Tex. |
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We'll sen' them to the hospital, and that'll ease yer min', Mirran! |
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Whit like a sendoff did yer wuman gie ye, Sandy, when ye left for France? |
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And, boys, ef thar's a rush, yer kin leave our loads to theirselves. |
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Xcuse me, ladies, but that's just puttin' the hull question that's agitatin' this yer camp inter two speeches as clear as crystal. |
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Kilt yer coats, ye cutty, and skelp at it withouten fear or dread! |
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Sound-softener, thet runs off yer tongue slick as soft-soap. |
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What say ye to yer ain Dione, provided I could get her consent? |
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An' he said, 'Lay right down on dis yer table,' an' I lay down. |
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It's no canny to run frae London to the Black Sea wi' a wind ahint ye, as though the Deil himself were blawin' on yer sail for his ain purpose. |
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Noo, get to wark, an' dinna stand there greetin' an' waggin' yer tongues. |
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I done had my fun, en now I'm a-settin' out yer lettin' my cloze dry. |
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You gerron wi' yer tea, but please excuse me, As I'll atter mek puddin' fer Bill. |
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Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop of licker in his life, and seldom swore a cross oath. |
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Ye'r wouldn't hear me the las' time but yer got ter hear me now. |
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Well, if you'll let me telegraph 'yes' to minty, I don't care if yer do. |
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Wot yer washups don't quite tumble to's the fack as like breeds like. |
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Lor' bless yer, sir, I wouldn't mind what was said to me in a bloomin' madhouse. |
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Wall, yer aint the sort as ships aboard the Mohican every time. |
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He told me to tell yer he's got his collars and cuffs in dat grip for a scoot clean out to 'Frisco. |
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She says she caught yer dead to rights, huggin' a bunch o' calico in de hot-house. |
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Why the jooce don't yer stop, yer goldarn young son of a gun? |
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Beg yer pardon, guv'nor, but could yer lend me a bathin' suit? |
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And a helluva recommendation we would get from him, too, I bet yer! |
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The story of Scotland's dance halls, rock 'n' roll and how yer da met yer maw. |
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He has done generous by these yer poor little lambs that he loved and sheltered, and that's left fatherless and motherless. |
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Are yer goin' ter say the 'appy word as splices us from keel to topsail? |
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If yer had a pass from him, you mought as well not have it as have it. |
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And nah I knows that yer couldn't 'ave pinched our chimbley. |
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Now tell me w'at yer mean by wakin' me an' kickin' up all this yar row. |
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I mind me of er Sat'day, 'n' I'd be spectin' of yer pappy home. |
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I'm jest a runnin' over our business, to see if we can take up this yer handily. |
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If yer does know him, and he's on de square, w'y I'll spiel yer de bunch of hot air he sent yer. |
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I bet yer he didn't even unpack the cases before he reshipped. |
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Yer ain't gwine say nothin' 'bout Blink bein' a frizzly, is yer? |
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A ganef like your father is stealing the money, too, I bet yer. |
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What on airth pulled all the flesh off yer bones in this fashion? |
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Wy yer might as well talk of a popgun a holding its own with a Krupp. |
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And beeswing won, and you lost the chance o' making yer fortunes. |
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This yer minglin' with the bo-tong is apt to be wearisome, ez you and me knows, unless combined with experience and judgment. |
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Wall, I must say I like yer looks a heap better nor I did the bogus one! |
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If yer mother'd bin a boozer, and yer father'd got the chuck. |
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But, yer see,' observed Noah, 'as she will be able to do a good deal, I should like to take something very light. |
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You do like I tells yer, or yer'll git yer eggercation wid a brick. |
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An' you sorter spotted their bein' in this yer desk and bursted it? |
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Lor bless yer, this Lucyun, 'e knowed all the cackles as ever was chinned. |
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Well, I oughter, considerin' the times I've caddied for yer! |
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I telled you yer were wrong, grice, when you turned yon lass off! |
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Now, yer r'yal 'ighness, wot can I do for you afore you goes ashore? |
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Pears like this yer view 's quite refreshing, an't it, stranger? |
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I've knet yeh eight pair of socks, Henry, and I've put in all yer best shirts, because I want my boy to be jest as warm and comf'able as anybody in the army. |
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I'll be boun' Missis'll give us an uncommon good bite, dis yer time. |
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I'll put all yer stuff ashore with ye as well as cookin' utensils an' some old sails for tents, an' enough grub to last ye until ye can find fruit and game. |
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Yer whar Brer B'ar bin squattin' on he hunkers, en dar de print w'ich he ain't got no tail. |
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Yer see, when I threw those partridges onter the ground it brought a purty powerful strain onto my galluses. |
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Yer whar Brer B'ar bin squattin' on he hunkers, en dar de print w'ich he aint got no tail. |
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Yer knew the business was likely ter be warmish, fer Jacob had as good as said so. |
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Yer goin' to shut up your desk and your books and this hull consarn inside of an hour, and vamose the ranch. |
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Yer as good as there,' said the long-legged tramper, pointing out before him. |
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Yer jest one little feller amongst a hull lot of others, and yeh've got to keep quiet an' do what they tell yeh. |
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Work your way through a Hogmanay menu with grand dishes like Yer Ain Wee Chieftan o'e the Pudding Race. |
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