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[sebastianthegiraffe]

31 days of Redwall- Days 10 and 11

10. What is your favourite accent? Type your response in that accent 11. What species would you be? Oi'd be a squirl, oi thinks. Be gurt good fun to cloimb trees ee ole day. Burr!

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Ho berries’n’pickles an’ corjul wot tickles, Gudd apples’n’pears from ee h’orchard do cumm, Gurt taters’n’beets an’ ee redcurrinks sweet, Get ee owt o’ thy tunnel an’ go fetch oi summ! Urr rowtle dee tootle dee, spring be a-born, Ee fields be all full o’ roip barley’n’corn!

Ho turnips’n’dannyloin, damsing an’ plumm, Yon loaf ’s in ee uvven an’ crispin’ oop noice, Carrots’n’onions an’ chesknutters cumm, Get owt’n ee tunnel, oi woan’t tell ee twoice! Urr gollybee gullybee wudd for ee foire, Oi luvvs ee moi dearie, moi ole ’eart’s desoire!

Ho radish’n’celery, custidd’n’cake, An’ ee sweetest of hunny from bumbledy bee, Thurr’s beer in ee cellar, cumm naow moi owd feller, You’m fill up’n thoi tummy wi’ wot pleasures ee! Urr trucklebee rucklebee larks oop abuvv, Cumm darnce ee moi petal an’ ’old moi paw luvv!

-Rogg Longladle, Lord Brocktree

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Wake ee oop, ‘tis a bran’ new day, Or oi’ll eat all ee vittles an’ run away!

-Togget, grandson of Dinny the Mole, The Outcast of Redwall

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Ho a bumblybee ee’m a wunnerful burd, Sings a song loike you’m never hurrd, Ho a fuzzbuzz fuzzbuzz fuzzbuzz buzz, That’s all ee’m ever duzz duzz duzz!

-Togget, grandson of Dinny the Mole, The Outcast of Redwall

[Ho a bumblebee he’s a wondeful bird, Sings a song like you’ve never heard, Ho a fuzzbuzz fuzzbuzz fuzzbuzz buzz, That’s all he ever duzz duzz duzz!]

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Wurpldown Dumm

Oh, oi knowed a mole called Wurpldown Dumm, Ee wurr a rascal, a villyun boi gumm, An ‘ee ‘ad the plumpest an’ fattest ole tumm, As ever was see’d in yon wuddland.

For brekkist ee eated a duzzing gurt pies, They say that ‘is tumm wurr as big as ‘is eyes, Ee kept ‘is mouth opened so ee cudd catch flies, Ee ett everythink in yon wuddland.

One day as ole Wurpldown Dumm lied asleep, Ee Lord o’ Dark Forest came wi’ a gurt leap, An’ carried ‘im off furrever to keep, Ole Wurpldown in ee dark wuddland.

An’ all ee dead vurmints cried, ‘Coom an’ see mates, O boggle us seasons, an’ lackaday fates, Yon fat mole ee’s eatin’ gurt Dark Forest gates, O get ‘im back up to ee wuddlands.’

Ee said, ‘Oi’ve eated butterflies, oi’ve eated bees, Oi’ve drinked lots o’ soups an’ cordials an’ teas, But gates o’ Dark Forest tastes just loike gudd cheese, One day oi’ll go back to those wuddlands!’

-Old Uncle Blunn, The Outcast of Redwall

Oh, I knew a mole called Wurpldown Dumm, He was a rascal, a villain by gumm, And he had the plumpest and fattest old tum, As ever was seen in yon woodland.

For breakfast he ate a dozen great pies, They say that his tum was as big as his eyes, He kept his mouth open so he could catch flies, He ate everything in yon woodland.

One day as old Wurpldown Dumm lay asleep, The Lord of Dark Forest came with a great leap And carried him off forever to keep, Old Wurpledown in the dark woodland.

An all the dead vermin cried, ‘Come and see mates, O boggle us seasons, and lackaday fates, Yon fat mole he’s eating great Dark Forest gates, O get him back up to the woodlands.’

He said, ‘I’ve eaten butterflies, I’ve eaten bees, I’ve drank lots of soups and cordials and teas, But gates of Dark Forest tastes just like good cheese, One day I’ll go back to those woodlands!’

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Willy Nilly Nilly, Pod Pod Pod! All you’m ‘oglets stamp ee ground, Moi ole paws b’ain’t young loike yores, Show us ‘ow ee darnce around!

-Old Uncle Blunn, The Outcast of Redwall

[Willy Nilly Nilly, Pod Pod Pod! All you hoglets stamp the ground, My old paws aren’t young like yours Show us how you dance around!]

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Give ‘ee, give you, give them’n give oi, Turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi, Gurt platters each morn, an’ more at ‘ee noight, Fill oi a bowlful, et tasters jus’ roight. An’ iffen ‘ee infant wakes, starten to croi, Feed ‘im turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi. Et’s gudd furr ‘ee stummick, et’s good furr’ ee jaws, Makes’ em grow oop wi’ bog strong diggen claws. Nought gives us molers more pleasure ‘n’ joy Than turnip ‘n’ tater ‘n’ beetroot poi!

-Mole Song, Martin the Warrior

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Naow Granfer were a pow’ful mole. Scratch a tunnel dig an ‘ole, The moightiest eater, so oi’m tole, In all of all ‘ee wuddlands. You’m should’ve seen him eaten cake. Granmum said, fer gudness sake, OI’ll start ‘ee oven up to bake An’ twelveteen cakes oi’ll make. If Granfer ate wun, him ate two, Ho dearie me, oi’m tellen you, Him ate those twelveteen cakes roight throo, Then went asleep till zummer. An’ when ‘ee zummer sun did break, My ole granfer came awake, The gudd ole beast drinked all ‘ee lake An’ left ‘ee fishes sobbin’. Him’n story as oi’ve toald to you, Oi swears as every wurd be troo, Iffen you’m think oi tole fibs to you, Then go an’ arsh ‘ee fishes.

-Grumm Trencher, Martin the Warrior