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Wheers he hurt this time, lad?
  —I dunna know,
They on’y towd me it wor bad—
  It would be so!

Eh, what a man!—an’ that cobbly road,
  They’ll jolt him a’most to death,
I’m sure he’s in for some trouble
  Nigh every time he takes breath.

Out o’ my way, childt—dear o’ me, wheer
  Have I put his clean stockings and shirt;
Goodness knows if they’ll be able
  To take off his pit dirt.

An’ what a moan he’ll make—there niver
  Was such a man for a fuss
If anything ailed him—at any rate
  I shan’t have him to nuss.

I do hope it’s not very bad!
  Eh, what a shame it seems
As some should ha’e hardly a smite o’ trouble
  An’ others has reams.

It’s a shame as ’e should be knocked about
  Like this, I’m sure it is!
He’s had twenty accidents, if he’s had one;
  Owt bad, an’ it’s his.

liv.