When th' wark fell off I had a bit o' brass save't up, so we were forced to start o' usin' that.

But month after month went by, an' th' brass kept gettin' less, do what we would; an' th' times geet wur, till at last we fund ersels fair stagged up.
At after that, my mother helped us as weel as hoo could,--why, hoo does neaw, for th' matter o' that, an' then aw've three brothers, colliers; they've done their best to poo us through.

But they're nobbut wortchin' four days a week, neaw; besides they'n enough to do for their own.

Aw make no acceawnt o' slotchin' up an' deawn o' this shap, like a foo.

It would sicken a dog, it would for sure.