Yin day, whan Jesus wus ïn Simon tha Leper's hoose ïn Bethanie, he wus at tha boord fer a bite tae ait, whan a wumman cum ïn wi a wee crock o scent: ït wus oyle o pure nard an coast bïg money. Brekkin aff tha tap o tha stoup, she poored tha oyle ower hïs heid.
An he caad fer twa o thaim an sent thaim tae tha Loard fer tae ax, “Wud you be tha Yin that wus supposed tae cum, or shud we be lukkin oot fer some ither bodie?”
Sae Mary got tae whar Jesus wus at, an whaniver she saa hïm, she faad doon at hïs feet an she saed, “Loard, ïf you haed hae bin here, ma brither wudnae be deid!”
Weel, Mary tuk aboot a pint o pure nard, a scentit oyle that coast bïg money, an she poored ït ower Jesus's feet an gien thaim a dicht wi hir hair. An tha hoose wus fu o tha sweet scent o tha oyle.