Doy

—Wow, he looks pretty angry. —Doy!

Whear is thi' Daddy doy? Whear is thi' mam? / What are ta cryin for, poor little lamb?

[…] an' then as aw caught seet o'th' three little doys 'at wor crooidled up i'th' winder corner, tryin' to keep warm, ther little nooases lukkin like three half-ripe cherries wi' a drop o' dew glistenin' on 'em, aw thowt, better net just yet for their sake.