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III. IN DIALECTAFTER THE ACCIDENT(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT)
What I want is my husband, sir,--
And if you`re a man, sir,
You`ll give me an answer,--
Where is my Joe? Penrhyn, sir, Joe,--
Caernarvonshire.
Six months ago
Since we came here--
Eh?--Ah, you know! Well, I am quiet
And still,
But I must stand here,
And will!
Please, I`ll be strong,
If you`ll just let me wait
Inside o` that gate
Till the news comes along. "Negligence!"--
That was the cause!--
Butchery!
Are there no laws,--
Laws to protect such as we? Well, then!
I won`t raise my voice.
There, men!
I won`t make no noise,
Only you just let me be. Four, only four--did he say--
Saved! and the other ones?--Eh?
Why do they call?
Why are they all
Looking and coming this way? What`s that?--a message?
I`ll take it.
I know his wife, sir,
I`ll break it.
"Foreman!"
Ay, ay!
"Out by and by,--
Just saved his life.
Say to his wife
Soon he`ll be free."
Will I?--God bless you!
It`s me!
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