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Grockle Translator

                                          

1. "Gurt lush" – Very nice; absolutely divine; heavenly in extreme.

2. "Wossup wi’ee?" – How the devil are you, old friend?

3. "Cheers Drive!" – Thank you so much driver for a middling-to-wonderful transportation experience.

4. "I baint finnikee!" – I am not at all fussy and I'm offended by your accusation!

5. "Whirr be she vrom?" – From where does this lady emanate? Because it certainly isn't from around here.

6. "Is they yur chillurn?" – May I enquire for some random reason whether these childen are the fruit of your loins?

7. "Urza a good’n, inn’er?" – It must be said that that lady is well-respected/banging.

8. "If I’d a-knowed, I ooden a-went." – If I had prior knowledge about how shit this event would be, I would never have ventured out of the house.

9. "Art’noon!" – Afternoon!

10. "I do ‘ope that snow pitches." – It is my wish that the snow currently falling will settle on the ground.

11. "I casn’t grumble." – My current emotional state is neither happy nor sad.

12. "Where's ee got to?" – Where on earth could he be, he's been gone for an extraordinarily long time?

13. "Gid out wi’ee!" – I'm tired of you and would like you to leave promptly.

14. "Gitten dimpsey." – It is becoming dark, just in case you yourself hadn't noticed that.

15. "Ouzez thisisis?" – To whom does this belong?

16. "Prapper job" – The genuine article; a task performed with commendable skill and acumen.

17. "Up tuther zide-a feeyuld." – The far side of the field. You came in through the wrong gate, you bint.

18. "She’z be’ind ‘ee wiva gurt big ztick." – She’s behind you with a ludicrously large stick.

19. "Wasser doin?" – What is she up to? I must know!

20. "Whirr be gwain to?" – Where are you going? Everything you could possibly need is in this small village. Why ever leave?

21. "Backalong." – A while ago – could be last Thursday or thirty-five before.

22. "I spec it be chockful by now." – I have a terribly strong feeling that it will be absolutely full by now.

23. "Tid’n my daps, is’n?" – I can't believe these are my plimsolls. Are they really?

24. "He ain’t niver bin galllivantin!" – I am shocked that the man you speak of has been straying from home; please confirm this piece of gossip and don't skimp on the details.

25. "Come inyer and wet thee whizzle." – Do come inside and have a beverage or seven.

26. "Well ah, tint a waspe tis a dumbledore!" – Wait, I can confirm this is not a wasp it's a bumblebee, after all. Resume picnic!

27. "Whirr zer bin to?" – I demand to know where on earth she/he has been!

28. "S’right nottlin, sno." – It’s incredibly cold, wouldn't you agree?

29. "Eye sorer war shin." – I must admit I spied her washing.

30. "Cordin eye, stimey wenoam" – In my humble but entirely correct opinion, it is time this man went home.

31. "Dough-knee get ‘ammered!" – Don't you dare come home drunk!

32. "My azwell gwoam." – I might as well go home because this is terrible.

33. "Ark-a-ee!" – Stop what you are doing and listen to the incredibly important words this man is speaking!

34. "Owvee dun? Avvee dun awright?" – I would like to know how you are doing with a given task? Is your performance as you would have expected it?

35. "Bleedin’ turbull, atcherly." – Absolutely terrible, actually. And things are unlikely to improve for me.

36. "Well I be jiggered!" – Well I'll be a son-of-a gun, this news has absolutely floored me!

37. "I’m ztarvin, waffee got tweet?" – I couldn't be more hungry and this leads me to wonder what exactly we have to eat around here?

38. "Don’t tell I, tell ee!" – Don’t tell me, tell me.

39."Grockles" - The true West Country word for tourists.

40. "All right me luvver, ‘ows yer tracter?" – I'm from London and I think I'm pretty funny right now.

 

At our campsite, you'll find a proper pub, mind,

Wi' zider and ale of the finest kind!

Folks come from near and far, seeking a good dose,

O' laughter, live music, and a zider overdose.

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Our zider's proper strong, a warnin' in place,

It spins yer head, your worries it erase.

Some reckon they're immune, a mighty claim,

But our zider shows 'em true weight and frame.

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In our humble barn, the band ignites,

Their melodies and rhythms, pure musical delights.

Guitars strummin', drums beatin' loud,

A proper symphony of sounds, drawin' in the crowd.

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So join us, me lover, in this campsite retreat,

Where zider, laughter, and good fun do meet.

Leave your worries behind, let your spirit soar,

Fer here, great times reign forevermore!

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Tuckers in a nutshell
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