"- Ah, well, says Joe, handing round the boose. Thanks be to God they had the start of us. Drink that, citizen.
- I will, says he, honourable person.
- Health, Joe, says I. And all down the form.
Ah! Owl! Don't be talking! I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click." (U12.238)