We'ins

"We got some friends you'ins knows. Rennie Lou and Snuff. They still in that thar jail but we'ins got out. They was the ones what told us about the gold,” one of the bandits replied.

Usually 'bout how we'ins is a-losin' our language. Now they match that up with we'ins completely disappearin'. I don't think our language is a-goin' to disappear. They's some good teachers out there […]

We'ins bin hyar so long, if t' worlt fin's out 'bout us now, h' ain't gonna chn' us. O', we'ins'll make alotta monch from da tuk'rist, but it h' ain't gonna chan' us. T' elters kno'd dis day wus comin' — we'ins got contingincy plans whin it do happun.

“You'ins is our army, our only way now to find our little grandson,” the old man said, wiping a tear from his eye. […] “We'ins want to help,” he said with tears again welling up in his eyes.

As the regiment passed a good many of them asked if “you'ins want going along with we'ins.” These words are decidedly local and original with the South Carolinians.