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.
Whaniver yer sarvin man cums ïn frae tha plooin an mindin tha beese, ye wudnae say tae hïm, ‘Sït yersel doon quïck an hae a bite tae ait.’ Rether ye wud tell hïm tae clain hissel up an sarve you furst, an then tak hïs ain eftèr.
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.