Ye'd

Isn't that my baby you're carryin', and wasn't I the best lover ye'd ever met?

“Ye'd beat me?” She was suddenly breathless. “Really, Bertie? Ye'd beat me?”

If ye bring ye'er wife f'r to see th'game, an' she has her name in th'paper, that counts ye wan. So th'first thing ye do is to find th'raypoorter, an' tell him ye're there. Thin ye ordher a bottle iv brown pop, an' have ye'er second fan ye with a towel. Afither this ye'd dhress, an' here ye've got to be dam particklar or ye'll be stuck f'r th' dhrinks.