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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 fussIf 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 seemsAs 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.

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