A certain workman, notorious for his sponging proclivities, met a friend one morning, and opened the conversation by saying:
"Can ye len' us a match, John?"
John having supplied him with the match, the first speaker began to feel his pockets ostentatiously, and then remarked dolefully, "Man, I seem to have left my tobacco pouch at hame."
John, however, was equal to the occasion, and holding out his hand, remarked:
"Aweel, ye'll no be needin' that match then."
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