Vor zome, wi' selfishness too strong Vor love, do do each other wrong; An' zome do wrangle an' divide In HETS ov anger, bred o' pride; But who do think that time or tide Can breed ill-will in friends so dear, As William wer to John o' Weer, An' John to William Wellburn?
"Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect"
William Barnes
I HETS up some water of a Sat'day night efen I ain't too wo'out, an' I takes a good piece er lye soap an' I gibs myse'f a scrubbin' dat I specks to las' me 'til nex' time, and with a rich chuckle the girl added: An' so fer it has.
"Vacation with the Tucker Twins"
Nell Speed
Just to think of that is what HETS them up.
"The Prodigal Judge"
Vaughan Kester