Farmer Dobson! I be Farmer Dobson, sewer anew; but if iver I cooms
upo' Gentleman Hedgar ageaen, and doaent laaey my cartwhip athurt 'is
shou'ders, why then I beaent Farmer Dobson, but summun else--blaaeme't
if I beaent!
_Enter_ HAYMAKERS _with a load of hay_.
The last on it, eh?
1ST HAYMAKER.
Yeas.
DOBSON.
Hoaem wi' it, then. [_Exit surlily_.
1ST HAYMAKER.
Well, it be the last loaed hoaem.
2ND HAYMAKER.
Yeas, an' owd Dobson should be glad on it. What maaekes 'im allus sa
glum?
SALLY ALLEN.
Glum! he be wus nor glum. He coom'd up to me yisterdaaey i' the
haaeyfield, when meae and my sweet'art was a workin' along o' one side
wi' one another, and he sent 'im awaaey to t'other end o' the field;
and when I axed 'im why, he telled me 'at sweet'arts niver worked well
togither; and I telled _'im_ 'at sweet'arts allus worked best
togither; and then he called me a rude naaeme, and I can't abide 'im.
JAMES.
Why, lass, doaent tha knaw he be sweet upo' Dora Steer, and she weaent
sa much as look at 'im? And wheniver 'e sees two sweet'arts togither
like thou and me, Sally, he be fit to bust hissen wi' spites and
jalousies.
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