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It's the inheritance he's after, not the girl
She'n glout t'eh ny lurg, cha nee y 'neen
It's too bad altogether!
T'eh ro olk trooid as trooid!
Judgement whereby I am bound
Briwnys dy vel mee kianglt rish
Just how many are there?
Quoid dy jeeragh t'ayn?
Keep her in sight
Freill ayns fakin ee
Keep your weather-eye open
Bee er dty hwoaie
Last night, or rather, early this morning
Riyr, ny by chiart dou gra, moghey moghrey jiu
Lay brother
Braar theayagh
Learn the mother tongue
Ynsee çhengey ny mayrey
Leather upholstery
Coodagh lhiareagh