ALL.
Well sung!
JAMES.
Fanny be the naaeme i' the song, but I swopt it fur _she_.
[_Pointing to_ SALLY.
SALLY.
Let ma aloaen afoor foaelk, wilt tha?
1ST HAYMAKER.
Ye shall sing that ageaen to-night, fur owd Dobson'll gi'e us a bit o'
supper.
SALLY.
I weaent goae to owd Dobson; he wur rude to me i' tha haaeyfield, and
he'll be rude to me ageaen to-night. Owd Steer's gotten all his grass
down and wants a hand, and I'll goae to him.
1ST HAYMAKER.
Owd Steer gi'es nubbut cowd tea to '_is_ men, and owd Dobson gi'es
beer.
SALLY.
But I'd like owd Steer's cowd tea better nor Dobson's beer. Good-bye.
[Going.
JAMES.
Gi'e us a buss fust, lass.
SALLY.
I tell'd tha to let ma aloaen!
JAMES.
Why, wasn't thou and me a-bussin' o' one another t'other side o' the
haaeycock, when owd Dobson coom'd upo' us? I can't let tha aloaen if I
would, Sally.
[Offering to kiss her.
SALLY.
Git along wi' ye, do! [_Exit_.
[_All laugh; exeunt singing_.
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