I've played o' th' neet thro' on these moors, Mr. Penrose, when I couldn't sleep i' bed, or stay i' th' haas.

Other proverbs tell us that "An honest mon an' a west wind alus go to bed at neet," and "Fleet at meyt fleet at wark."

Leaving his wuck and going off, and niver coming back all neet.

You see, his mother had larnt him a prayer, an' telled him he mun say it to hissen every neet afore he gat into bed.