That was when I was a bitti chavo, for my dadas always would keravit.
"An' we kairs it because foki pens our Saviour, the tikno Duvel was born apre the Boro Divvus, 'pre the puv, avree in the temm, like we Rommanis, and he was brought 'pre pash an ash yag--( _Why you can dick dovo adree the Scriptures_!).
"The ivy and holly an' pine rukks never pookered a lav when our Saviour was gaverin' of his kokero, an' so they tools their jivaben saw (sar) the wen, and dicks selno saw the besh; but the ash, like the surrelo rukk, pukkered atut him, where he was gaverin, so they have to hatch mullo adree the wen.

And so we Rommany chals always hatchers an ash yag saw the Boro Divvuses.

For the tickno duvel was chivved a wadras 'pre the puvius like a Rommany chal, and kistered apre a myla like a Rommany, an' jalled pale the tem a mangin his moro like a Rom.

An' he was always a pauveri choro mush, like we, till he was nashered by the Gorgios.
"An' he kistered apre a myla?
Avali.

Yeckorus he putchered the pash- grai if he might kister her, but she pookered him _kek_.