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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, cussing 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 bon days fath & shoar Dedst behould sichey mazegeny 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 I'd scat tha ould Chacks a a'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 ever 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, [crossed out: Job] 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.