Yer, tis a sad day f’us all when we’m no longer aboe to unnerstan’ whut’r naeb’rrs is sayin, eem tho us speaks the saeme lenguidge, an’us’uz all borrn in th’s area. We’m losin’ ‘err lorco ‘er’tidge. Ode peopo die un’ words is lost. Babies is born an’ graws up lurnin’ the Queen’s ‘nglish frum the televis’n, which is a perfickly ‘ceptabo wae to spake, but ‘taint the way us used tuh talk ‘ere in Norrf Debm. ‘Tis a trag’dy.
It’s a sad day for us all when we are no longer able to understand what our neighbours are saying, even though we speak the same language, and were all born in this area. We are losing our local heritage. Old people die and words are lost. Babies are born and grow up learning the Queen’s English from the television, which is a perfectly acceptable way to speak, but it is not the way we used to talk here in North Devon. It’s a tragedy.
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