Gurt

Then I opens the cupboard door and I sees a gurt big spider looking up at me.

Zo ′e bought a slap-up rod and tackle, and, ev coose, a darn gurt book vull o′ vlies — talk′d about ketchin′ whackin′ trout, and me — ap a salmon the fust time.

“That was the word,” said Farmer Forder. “Hav′n pocketed the tuppunce, the chap as show′d off the clock opened the case, and let me zee the works of ′un, and wonderful works they was : wheels within wheels, and all sorts o′ crinkum-crankums, like a gurt puzzle.[…]”

“Well, Tom, where did those birds settle?” “Down there, sir, under that gurt oak-tree.” Not a bird, however, was to be found.