twelve o'clock
An ' if all 's true aw 've heeard , it 's nut long sin ' tha ' wor one , an ' had a bobby for a cooachman . But that 's nowt ta me He ! gow ! it 's turned o ' twelve o'clock , an ' my chap an ' th ' childer ul be here to ther dinner ! Consarn it ! Aw hate to live amang a lot o ' gossippin ' fowk sich as ther is abaght here , noabody con get to do owt . Be hanged , if th ' fire is n't aght !