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Cornish Dialogue between Joe Munglar and Ian Troodle- - - - - - - - -

Joe. Lord uncle Ian Troodle! dust hire the the news How so be we'er to stompey in tembeven shoes Var the Vrenchmen and Spangards be coming the zay Vor ta Carry uz ale from ould England away

Ian

Hould your tongue you great Totaldum Pattrick a Newlyn what! becauze the ould women be divaling and druling And frightening one tother wa Goblins and Gostes And screatching! the frenchmen be come on the Coastes Art the sicky wit tivared saftbaked Tim doodle To think that they'l land thisem zide a the poodle? No dat um; they'l ne'er bring thich notion to beer Cohen theres borly cornish courage to gee men a theer And trust me Joe Munglar I'll wage ma ould hat There too much a sleydum to venture for that Or zuppose a tha shud as a body may zay Dust tha think that we'll lem'men go dancing way No fath! thog I stand here as a ould as thy Vather And thee and thy Bastards ale rech ned toghether; Thog I'm lame to ma click - hand and blind a one Eye Yet by Gambers Ian Troodle wud scorn to vight shy Or stand geeking for gapeseed leyk an Owl at an Eagle Or howling jest e'en leyk a Janny Terge gel I hate your Palavers Brajations and zo As ale round the Back here do vay well know But thee knowst et vor sartin as how and zo be When the marchants wor shipping their Barly to yea