No self ,no torturer, no sisters dear

Outside wa house ‘t new umbrellas drip
~Wun is red and wun is pretty beige
They’re  wa sunshades,  t’weather’s hit a blip

If A wer a child A’d sail a ship
Or dash in pools  u’ water in mi rage
Outside wa house ,’t new umbrellas drip ; [Het means the]

Times there were Mam’s moods would get a grip
Then it wer quite hard to re-engage
Hide  wa sunshades,  mother’s hit a blip

Mam we’ clever but she  lost her top
The hint of  h’ mad  sayings hasna wage
Outside wa house ,’t new umbrellas drip ;

Nuns told me off for speaking in my voice
To get to Oxford, I must  Me erase
Now I am a foreigner down here
No self ,no torturer ,no sisters dear