A human haversack [ dialect words]

A kettle beylin on het fire means home
A place of greater safety, allus known
Mi mam wer  mekin  bread and  dad wer heah
I  live now cos mi daddy drank that beer

T’cat wer sat down on   our old rag rug
I was in ‘t kitchen  peeling spuds
We had ehn old gas cooker  and a sink
Otherwise we’d only pen ‘n ink

Mi ballispipes are useful as I hum
Hopin’ song will bring mi daddy home
But  now and then they cause some people wrath
Like a woman in my  Wensday morn Art Class

She shouted ,is there summat wrong wi’ you?
Where to start, is Confession ever new?
Abaht mi singin’ I  don’t sing bi will
I think it’s daddy, he is wi’ mi still

Oh daddy I  don’t miss your ballybalt
On my bum it left eternal welts
Yet you sang me lullabies and   I rode  on ye back
A livin’ ,breathin’ ,human haversack