But Martha was unco pernickity aboot mickle service, and comin doon till him, quoʼ she, “Lord, div ye no heed that my sister leaʼs me to serʼ by my lane? Bid her that she help me!”
“But tak ye tent to yere sels! that yere hearts be‐na owercome wiʼ debauch and druckenness, and fash aboot this life, and that day come on ye aʼ at ance, as a snare.
“And thir that fell amang the thorns, are they that hear; and as they gang on their way, are smoorʼd wiʼ cark and care, and the gear and the joys oʼ this life, and bring nae frute to the ripenin.