“His maister says to him, ‘Weel dune, gude and leal servant! ye hae been leal and true ower a wee wheen things; I wull gie ye chairge ower a hantle oʼ things. Enter ye intil the joy oʼ yere lord!’
“But gin aiblins that servant soud say within his sel, ‘My lord is lang iʼ the hame‐comin!’ and soud begin to clour the lads and the lasses, and to be eatin and drinkin, and makin his sel fou;
“I coonsel ye to buy frae me gowd made clear wiʼ fire, that ye may be rich; and white cleedin that ye may be weel‐buskit; and that the shame oʼ yere nakitness appear‐na; and ee‐saʼ to anoint yere een that ye may see.