20 Weel here's tha truith o ït, you wull be greetin an murnin whan tha warl ootbye ïs blythesum. You'll be hairt-sair, but yer sorra wull turn ïntae joy.
But whaniver tha tenant-fairmers saa tha sinn, the' saed tae yin anither, ‘Thïs ïs tha boy wull tak ower whan hïs da dees. Cum on noo, an we'll dae hïm ïn, an whutiver hïs da wus fer leain hïm wull cum tae us!’
At that verie minnit, tha roostèr craad tha saicont time. An richt awa Petèr haed mine o tha wurds Jesus spauk tae hïm: “Afore tha roostèr craas twice, ye wull deny me thrie times.” At tha verie thocht o ït, he brauk doon an wep sair.
A hale crood o fowk wus follaein ahint hïm, an amang thaim a lock o weemen that wur batin thair breeshts an lamentin ower whut wus gaun tae happen tae Jesus.
A telt ye aa thon sae that ïn me yis can hae peace. In thïs warl ye wull hae nae enn o bother. But dïnnae be doon-hairtit got. Cheer up! A hae tha warl owercum.”