The following terse bit of Westmorland dialect shows the sport well. "Nobbut this year I was at t'Grismer Spooarts, an' efther sittin' a bit I slipt away an' thowt I wad just ga up to t'flag whoar t' fellers ga i' t' fell reace. My sarvice, it was a job! What it was that brant yan med ha' rowlt fra' t' top to t'boddom, that is if yan hedn't brokken to peeses afoor yan gat theer. An' to see them chaps cum up efther! What they fairly ran maestt o' t' way, an' what's mair they lowpt doon that fast ye waddn't beleev'. An' they whemmelt ower scoors o' times till yan wad ha' thowt they wad ha' brokkem ther necks. But they geddthered thrsells up, an' off agean as if t' divvel was efther them."
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