Can’t get going

With this poem I thee glue to’t bed

With my singing I  thee shamed in ‘t shed

I’m that honest, we were never wed

With my gurglin’ voice, I drove him mad

Is Grandad ‘ere?Tell him  mi finger’s red

Weers our Mam?Am ‘ungry  for  new bread

Am just a girl from Nelson with his head

We used to say Am not I am

And we said in’t   shed not in the shed.We had no shed except for coal as we had an outside closet

And  we called mother, our Mam or mi Mam

My mother called her father, Mi Dad

And her sister,our Lizzie.

I called my father Daddy and as he died he  never got to be Mi Dad