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Our Mertn's cumd hum cheeld so drunk as a Beast And so cross as the Gallish from [Perran zan?] feast A cumd in a tottaring, cufsing and swearing So hard as a Stompes and tarving a [tearing?]. Mally ['Mally' is underlined] Naver meynd et un Greacy, goa put en to bed All sleep ale the lecker aweay from es head Greacy ['Greacy' is underlined] Id net goa a neest en, to fang the Kings crown For a swears of I speak to an al cleve ma skul down Tho never en ale the born days fath a shoar Dedst behould sichey [mazegerry?] Pattick a foar My a scat ale to midjans a Jouds for the noans a cloam Buzza of scale milk about on the scoans And a raockd up a shoul for to steeve ma outright But em runnd away ready to fainty for fright. Loard! tell ma [Aunt?] Mally what shall ey do by an? For Zomdtikens Deth! Eym afeard to cum my an. Mally ['Mally' is underlined] I know what Eid gee, an ef so, be 'twor my case Eid scat tha ould Chacks aa'n Eid trem an un Grace Greacy ['Greacy' is underlined] I'm afeard o my Life to come ny tha old Vellan Else please feather! I bleave I should murly kill an Wor even poor Creacher so baald and aboos'd My heep here like Bazzom tha roag have a bruis'd I made for es sopar a muggety Pye But a shaan't clunk a coom ate I wish I meay die Mally ['Mally' is underlined] Aye, I tould tha afore that the Jobb wor a done that tha'd'st find out tha odds ate so shoor as a gun But tha woudsn't hark to ma, for doubting, [for?] why That be shoor, that the knowdst en much better than I

by Maria Knoops; maschaknoops@gmail.com; on the 15th of July 2017 Dialogue between Mally and Greacy, possibly Cornish.