29 “Arena twa sparrows gaun for a bodle? And ane frae mang them faʼs‐na on the grund withoot yere Faither!
“Truly say I tʼye, Ye come‐na oot, till ye ha paid the last bodle!
“Look ye to the wee birdies iʼ the lift; for they naither saw nor shear, nor lead intil the barn; and yet yere Heevenlie Faither gies them meat. Are‐ye‐na a hantle better nor they?
And thar cam ane, a puir weedow; and she cuist in twa mites, that mak a fardin.