Noo whan they had gane, tak tent! an Angel oʼ the Lord appearʼt to Joseph by a dream, and quoʼ he, “Rise, tak till ye the wee bairn, and his mither, and flee intil Egypt, and bide ye thar till I tell ye; for Herod seeks the wee bairn to destroy him.”
“Is this no the carpenter, Maryʼs son, brither to James and Joses, and Judas and Simon? And are na his sisters here wiʼ us?” And they took a scunner at him.
And seein him, they ferlied uncolie; and his mother says to him, “Son, why hae ye dune this till us? See! yere faither and I hae lookit for ye in pain!”
And she brocht forth her son — her first‐born — and rowʼt him in a barrie‐coat, and laid him iʼ the manger, for that there was nae room for them iʼ the inn.