We edda set pot when a wo an ragged-arsed urchin darn in Doduth Bottom. Like a witches cauldron set at side of oppun coal fire. The only way we could get hot watta fo weshin clooaths, weshin up, warm watta fo mi dad to gerra wesh in tin bath in fronta fire comin back from a shift darn pit.
Thu dunt know the born nardays--but we wo 'appy.