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Llinellau gan Sam (Cyfanswm: 17)

 
(1, 0) 252 It's a scorcher, boss ─ a fair scorcher; that's wot it is!
(1, 0) 253 If this 'ere weather goes on on top of orl the bloomin' eloquence we're 'avin' ─ there'll be trouble 'ere in Aberpandy.
(1, 0) 254 Mawk my words, boss, I'm tellin' yer nah.
 
(1, 0) 262 Got it, boss, got it fust taime!
 
(1, 0) 345 Workin'?
(1, 0) 346 Workin'?
(1, 0) 347 Not'arf!
(1, 0) 348 There's one thing abaht Lewis, any'ah ─ 'e can tork.
(1, 0) 349 I've 'eard 'em in Trafalgar Square; I've 'eard 'em in 'Yde Pawk; I've 'eard 'em on Tahr rill {Tower Hill}.
(1, 0) 350 But I've never 'eard one as could better "im.
(1, 0) 351 Where 'e gits it from, I don't know.
(1, 0) 352 Arter electin' the candidite this arternewn, they 'ad a public meetin' over the quest'n of the blacklegs they say the mawsters are torkin' of bringin' in.
(1, 0) 353 And yer orter've 'eard 'im!
(1, 0) 354 Sich shahtin,' sich waivin' of 'is awms, and 'is eyes burnin' laike fire in 'is 'ead, and the people risin' to 'im laike as if 'e'd mesmerised 'em.
(1, 0) 355 Arter it was over, 'e was clean done and shaikin' laike a leaf.
(1, 0) 356 'E's nothin' but a bundle of red-'ot feelin's is Lewis.
(1, 0) 357 But 'e's a smawt chap, if only 'e could keep 'is 'ead a bit ─ a smawt chap!