Dirtsome

Guilt 'cos I always s'vived an' 'scaped despite my dirtsome'n'stony soul.

'Are you truly certain you are well, Princess'? quoth he. 'Because you look a bit battered and dirtsome, [...]'

Dear nutmeg grown for me and mine midst tree and mace and tropic's space [e]quatorial shine., with brown and black in spice-isles sown you're dirtsome cheap sold in hea[p]s, then heapen pile, but dear to me.