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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!
—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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Like this, I’m sure it is!
He’s had twenty accidents, if he’s had one;
Owt bad, an’ it’s his.
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