BY BEN BRTitIRLEY. Ab-eth'-Tate
... fast as I laded it eaut, but couldno' give o'er becose it wur sich gam; when Pre titled to ha' my e'en welly scrod eaut wi' blackberry trees, an my clooas shut ribbins we makkin gaps for bigger lads i' wiekthurn hedges; when I recollect beaw sweet a buttereake ...