“Damn well go and look for ’em then. You’ll lose your head directly.”
“Strike a light, mate! That key’s in there tight.”
“Come on! A couple o’ blows’ll do the trick.”
“Whoa! Wait a minute. That hammer’s comin’ off.”
“Hold your hand the other side, and feel him.”
“Everybody’s doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it.”
“Our mate’s strong this mornin’. He bin eatin’ onions.”
“Give us a bit of that packing. That thin piece! Now get the pinch bar, and prise the monkey up.”
“As tight as you can get him. Slip him in. That’ll do now.”
“Hey-yup! Hammer up. He’s burned a bit, mate.”
“Can’t help it. That was stoppin’ to get the key out.”
“Can’t you see it’s upside down! D’you want to smash the bounder? Now go on.”
[2]“Pi, Pi, Balli! Let’s have you! whack ’em along there!”
[2] παῖ, παῖ, βάλλε = Boy! boy! whack ’em along.
“As quick as you like, mate! We’ve got to move to-day. Hit him, there!”
“Pi, Pi, Balli! All hot! All hot! Let’s have you!”
“Not much afore breakfast, but look out aater!”
“Wormy’s makin’ some scrap on the next fire. Look at ’im!”
“Rat, O! Rat, O! Get that rat out o’ the fire, old man.”
“Go to the boneyard and dig Smamer up, and fetch he back.”
“What the hell are ya talking about? Don’t you never spile one?”
“I’ll put my hand in your mouth directly.”
“Come on here, and not so much of your old buck!”
“Get out of the road, and let Pep have a try.”
“Damn well get away from here! Who the hell can hot iron with you about? Your face is enough to spoil anything.”
“I’ve seen better things than you crawling on cabbages.”
“Shut it off yourself! Mind the tongs, or you’ll get it.”
“Don’t answer me back or I’ll flatten you out.”
“Nothing’s never right for you. You ought to be in a bigger town.”
“Tha’s knockin’ the top. I told you of it. I shall ast the gaffer for another mate. This’ll take us till dinner-time. Go and get the spanners, and ast Sid for a new rope, and look sharp about it!”
“Now, Laudy! Wake up with you! We shan’t earn damn salt.”
“Don’t waste them ends off. They won’t fill up as it is.”
“I reckon the fella as started work ought to come back and finish it.”
“Don’t burn the damn things! Look at that! All over me.”
“What’s yer little game there, eh? Med as well kill a fella as frighten him to death.”
“What O! I’m not goin’ to see _my_ grub burn. What do _you_ think?”