Wen I talk to my boy, I tell um, “Eh my boy, Lissen up all da tings I teach you. Same ting, wen yoa muddah teach you someting, No foget wat she tell you.
Boaz, he wen eat an feel plenny good. Den he go lay down one side a da place wea dey pile up da barley. He go sleep ova dea. Laytas, Ruth go ova dea real quick an no make noise, an take da blanket off Boaz feets, an lay down dea.