No self ,no torturer, no sisters dear

Outside owa house ‘t new umbrellas drip
~Wun is red and wun is pretty beige
They’re owa 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 owa 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