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.”
And they cam till him, and waukenʼd him, sayin, “Maister! Maister! we perish!” And he raise, and challenged the winʼ and the raginʼ oʼ the watir; and they war lown, and it becam a calm.