I don't have the local accent, but my uncle and aunt do. This is the proper accent, not the London accent people think of as being from round here - this poem is at our train station:
I see young Nat come outer his,
As I come outer mine,
" An' where you off to, booy ? " I sez,
You're dressed up somethin' fine ! "
" I'm gooin' by the trine," he say,
In harf an hour or sao,
I'm goon to XXX to-day,"
He say, " if you must knaow."
He'd never bin to XXX!
He hadn't, I'll be boun'.
Well, tha's a caution, ent it, sir,
He'd never sin the town !
He oughter went next Saddy, sir,
When I shall be a goon,
For tha's the day for XXX —
A Saddy arternoon.
(There's a lot more of it!)