He turnt roon an gien thaim an ang'rie luk, an at tha same time he wus vext the' wur that haird-hairtit. He saed tae tha man, “Streetch oot yer han!” Sae he streetcht ït oot, an hïs han cum as guid as tha ither yin.
A'm no taakin aboot yis aa; A ken thaimins A hae waaled. But thïs ïs tae brïng aboot whut's writ doon ïn tha halie Scrïptures: ‘Hïm that shares ma breid wi me haes turnt agin me.’