I lived for a number of years in South Derbyshire, where all the men worked at pit bonk. I think the sentence “ay nailed on a neel” was a super one. All greetings were of course “ay up”, usually followed by “our” whoever, as in “ay up our Ada”. And everyone went “up wom” instead of home.
Moving there at the age of 11 from a very posh and well-spoken Sutton Coldfield meant I hadn’t heard of words like nesh, mardy, etc, so I was a little confused for a while.