"I'll be leavin' to-morrow, friends.

I've got a room down to the village, an' I've borreyed a razor.

I'm goin' to tramp round the mines at the back here, an' shave the miners at a ha'penny a chin.

That'll pay my way.

There's a new preacher planned to the Bible Christians, down to Innis, an' I'm goin' to help he.