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.
Whaniver tha maistèr cums, blisst ir tha yins he fins watchin an waitin. A tell yis thïs, he'll get hissel readie, sït thaim doon, an he hissel wull sarve thaim, an lea tha mait oot afore thaim.
Then Jesus turnt tae tha yin that haed gien hïm tha ïnvite an saed, “Whan ye gie a dennèr or a pairtie, dïnnae be caain yer freens, or yer brithers, yer femlie or yer weel-aff nighbers, acause the' wull onlie pye ye bak bi ïnvitin ye ïn return.
Fer whut yin's mair impoartin amang yis, hïm that's sïttin at tha boord, or tha yin that sarves hïm? Is ït no tha yin that's at tha boord? Ay, ye wud thïnk that wud be richt. But no here! Fer A am amang yis as yin that sarves.