guv

The Guv quipped, “Here in California, they do have men that become women.”

Mr Blake, thin—Mr Blake, darlint—doesn't ye remimber the promise you guv me?

Then back he comes with the apoarthecary—him with the red light—and they rips the guv'nor's sleeves up, spilin' his coat.

So I runs up a parsage, and in the middle of the parsage I tumbles over the guv'nor lyin' acrost the parsage.