human
Ay, Tom, I 'ear as Alice Lister has give thee the sack,
gpt
Maybe 'twas t'other way around,
human
Why, yo doan't main that you chucked 'er?
gpt
She wur too goody-goody for me, replied Tom.
human
I am noan baan to be a saint, I am going to enjoy mysen.
gpt
Weel, tha' won't be a saint if tha' has much to do with Polly Powell. She's noan a saint, and the lad laughed meaningly.
human
Still her feyther's got a bit of brass. I reckon he will have all thine, Tom; Jim Parkin told me that tha' spent four shillings at the Thorn and Thistle last night.
gpt
Well, what if I did?
human
Ay, it's noan my business, but I think thee'rt a fool. If a lass like Alice Lister took up wi' me, I would not throw myself away on Polly Powell. Thou'lt ne'er mak' much on 'er. She'll lead thee a dog's life, Tom, and tak' all tha' brass.
gpt
Well, I reckon it's my business,
human
Then it's a fool's business,