'ere

“’Ere y'are, the best rig-out you ever ’ad. […]”

Good winds blow through this ol' port. Right filthy as it is, dreams still come true ’ere

‘He’s a queer customer, the vun-eyed vun, sir,’ observed Mr. Weller, as he led the way. ‘He’s a-gammonin’ that ‘ere landlord, he is, sir, till he don’t rightly know wether he’s a-standing on the soles of his boots or the crown of his hat.’

’Ere, why don't we get some cigarettes?