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T'eh çheet stiagh rish yn red elley
It falls in with the other thing
V'eh fo'n cheead
It fell short of the hundred
T'eh filley sheese
It folds down
Ta kort çheet er
It furs up
S'taittin lhee ee
It gives her pleasure
Ta cowrey yn ard-cheeayll er
It has the hallmark of genius
Cha nel eh çheet jesh da
It ill beseems him
Ta mee ass my cheeayll echey
It is a nightmare to me
T'eh çheet dy ve ny voirey dou
It is becoming a worry to me
T'eh ny share na prash my cheeadoo filley
It is better in comparison with brass by a hundredfold