Aw've had a bit o' weighvin' i'th heawse mony a day, but aw've th' rheumatic so bad i' this hond--it's hond that aw pick wi'-- that aw couldn't bide to touch a fither with it, bless yo.

Aw have th' rheumatic all o'er mo, nearly; an' it leads one a feaw life.

Yo happen never had a touch on it, had yo ?" "Never." "Well; yo're weel off.

When is this war to end, thinken yo ?" "Nay; that's a very hard thing to tell." " Well, we mun grin an' abide till it's o'er, aw guess.

It's a mad mak o' wark.