These har hills don't bother me much sez Tick Binns, but they do bother Martha some when she's got t' carry a sack o' flour three miles over Hoopole ridge. Trains, time an' tide waits fer no one, sez I t' Sleepy Stevins yest'day. Translation for city slickers (non-hill people): The hills don't bother me much, said Tick Binns, but they do bother Martha when she's has to carry a sack of flour three miles over Hoopole ridge. Trains, time and tide waits for no one, I said to Sleepy Stevins yesterday. |