Selected quad for the lemma: land_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
land_n	pay_v	rent_n	tenant_n	2,576	5	9.7256	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50671	The praise of York-shire ale wherein is enumerated several sorts of drinks : with a description of the humors of most sorts of drunckards : to which is added, a York-shire dialogue, in its pure natural dialect, as	Meriton, George, 1634-1711.	1685 (1685)	Wing M1809; ESTC R16279	31,876	132

he 'l leauk all Agye when he comes in ● wad nut heve him here for onny thing ●lthough a Cat may leauke Pegg at a King ●hou leauks a Dozand leauke rub or'e thy Face With dishclout and put on thy Coife with Lace M. I le into 'th Loft and don my Clathes now Will ●ind you to git some Eldin seaun your sell And mack Tibb mend up'th Fire its ommost ot● And let her rub down'th Table with a Clout I se ready now let him come when he will But nowther'th Why nor Filly we will sell Let 's nut cast down our Hearts though he be ma● As lang lives a merry Heart as a sad Its nut aboon Three weeks gane sine'th Rent da● Husband what heve you gitten up to pay F. Ive Five Nobles Pegg and some odd mone● Thou seld some Cheeses hes thou onny M. Seven groats and a penny is all my Stock Thou knaws whore't ligs Ive nowther Key nor lo●● F. Pray thee tell truly hes thou neay mare Did Thou nut sell some Garn at our last Fair M. What if I did heve I nut mare to pay Than I can mack of Trouts Kirn-Milk W●● Wadta have me keaun or deau that is warse Turne Whore and Addle money with my Na● ●e have mare under my hands to gang about Thou's nut think that I le be thy Underlout ● Thou snoutbands me sayr may I nut Jest ● seaur I meant neay harm to thee 'i th least Come hither Hobb what little Stock hes thou ● knaw thou's Addled some with driveing Plew ● The small Stock I 've gitten up together ● Twelve Bodles a Groat and Six pence Fatther ● I mun borrow't Hobb what ista willing When I gitt mony thou's have a Shilling ● I se gang and fetch 't it 's hard fest in a Clout You may seaun lowse't your sell and tack it out ● Here 's three and three pence in odd money Peg That macks Forty Shillings reet as my Leg. Pashions a Life here'st Land-Lord just at deaur ●tand you by I se speak to him do nut fear L. I se cum to see you how dusta Billy What macks Thee hustle thou's mare fawse then silly Thou Glincks glimes seay I 'd misken'd thy Face If thou had wont at onny other place I st God Morn or God Deen what sesta Will I think you heve nut din'd here 's a good smell F. Leet pray you Land-lord you seaun will knaw I think my wife hes Pyes it 'h Ewn to draw Thou casts a Leet a Lantom Pegg thou's mains fine Have you some Guests to come to day to Dine M. Wellaneering wee 'd need have every Neaun Something that 's good to keep our Hearts aboon L. But courser Faire I think might you content You tack neay thought how to pay me my Rent M. Good Land-Lord spare us we 're but pour bare● Whore'th Hedge is law it 's eath gitting 'ore there When yans down down with um it duz appear We heve had monny Losles this same year Our Sheep are dead i th Rot and you do knaw The price of Butter now is varra law Weese pay you as we mack't and as 't coms in And you can have neay mare ot'h Cat but'th skin ● Here 's Forty shillings we heve neay mare Weese have a Cow to sell at our neest Fair L. What can I deau with this it will nut clear And pay seay mickle as streights your awd Arrear ● Here 's bad times prey ya Land-Lord be content Forbear us but and you's heve all your Rent ● But it will be a lang time first Ise feard And whiles'th Girse grows Horse starves as Ive heard Next time I come you mun clear off I leauk Thur driblets mack me scrat whor't duz nut yeauk ● But you mun let us rive up some fresh grund Or els wee 'l turn your Farme into your hand ● Wad ye'd gane titter I had been neay warse ●or your nut worth the warst Fart of my A ●ou may gang when you will Ise never care ● git another Tennant I neer fear Wee 'r Sattle'd here and seay to stir weer laith But wee l I wait weese gether here nea Grath L. You ill my Farme for you have said to some Your quite undeaun and beggar'd sine you c●m F. Some Pikethanks for ill will hes teld you that An unquoth Dog hes monny barkers at I se Sackless on 't Sir by this fire that Reeks I le swear 't upon all Beauks that opens and steeks If we sud swelt our hearts it will nut deau T' afford Sour Milk and Bread and Rent up teau Yet of your Farm I neer said an ill word To onny Body I will besworn Land-Lord I was teld I st git Gowd Grapes here by some Fowke But now I see I 've bought a Pig in a Poke L. Away away if I sud let you sit Rent free I see you cud nut live on it Your Corn's as Rank as ever it can stand There 's sike a wreck it ligs all down o' th Land And yet you say your Farm is starke 'o th Rent And you for Tenants give me neay content You cannut pay nor I cannut forbear Provide seay for you selves another year F. Wee 'r nut sea Browden on 't as you suppose I think langer we stay the mare weese lose Wadwe'd nee'r kend your Farm nor had cum here But bought wit's best if it cost nut 'ore dear There 's neay Feaul like to 'th awd Feaul I may say They that are bund I see they mun obey The time that we com here we 've cause to Curse A tumbling Stane I see neer gathers Moss We war o're wee l before and did nut wait And now we may the time rue when'ts ore late L. Com com for all your goodly Cracks Brags ●ll Husbands and Sluggards mun gang in Rags ●f you aw'd Money when you com to 'th Farme Your Creditors not it heve deaun you harm If all your Stock be gane lean to your Kin Near is my Sarke but nearer is my Skin Charity begins at Hame Ise nut bund To let you live Rent free upon my grund There 's neay sell like to 'th awne sell yeu've Farmes ane● Offer'd you say God speed you I se nee'r Ru● A weaud Horse I 've heard it oft Reported And a Rotten Harrow are seaun parted Fare wee l Ise weay to finnd'th awd saying tru● It 's an ill made Bargain whore beath Parties Ru● F. I 've set our Land-Lord forward wife hee 's gan● Our Hob's nut wee l he 's a base stincking yane He 's troubl'd with worms he can nut Sleep nor Li● Give him Wormseed and Treacle pray thee Pe● Weay worth this trash I se flaid my Lad's undeau● He 's varra Seek it works at his Heart Speaun To Morne I 'le gang to 'th Market and hire Tibb● And Peggy Thou thy Sell sall Spin out'th Web● Why a Husband you may deau