EAD

I was always timid, an' couldn't 'old up my 'ead as Sairey does.

Now, Pickles, my boy, wot have you got in the back o' your 'ead?

Wy, a kid's Guy Fox on the fifth o' November 'ud give 'im hodds, and lick 'is 'ead orf—heasy!

I understood what 'e says, and I can't make 'ead nor tail of your silly talk, my lad, so there.

Mother: "I don't care wot yer do so long as yer don't bash 'er abaht the 'ead."