Well....
By SHOES, I mean foot shaped nests of rusty nails held together by barbed wire.
As for LIQOURICE! Closest we got to LIQOURICE was if a drop of Pernod dripped from the Woodman's bin and landed on our bowl of halftime sawdust.
Never heard us complain though!
Oh! the nights I lay awake in me half slumber cogitatin an ruminatin on "Setteefeet". All too oft the good woman would elbow me and shout all delicate loike "setteefeet, setteefeet, let me hear that name again and I'll stab yeah, swear I will, stab you I say"
Now I unnerstan dow I, how that there Setteefeet moniker was bestowed on yeah, rusty nails an barbed wire indeed,
Well Mr setteefeet we had no such luxuries as barbed wire and rusty nails, owd bread pud as big as a bed ter ate our snap off, no plates or owt precoscious loike that, jus owd bread pub, gud owd days them was an I'll be bound!