Jesus saa the' wur lukkin tae ax hïm aboot ït aa, sae he saed tae thaim, “Ir ye speerin yin anither aboot me sayin, ‘In a wee while ye'll see me nae mair, an then eftèr anither wee bït, yis wull see me’?
Simon Petèr climmed aboord an dregged tha neyt tae tha shore. It wus fu o bïg fïsh, a hunnèr an fïftie-thrie o thaim, but tha mair ït haed sae monie, ït wusnae tore.
Whaniver the' wur daen aitin, Jesus saed tae Simon Petèr, “Simon, sinn o Jhone, dae ye love me mair ner aa these ither yins dae?” “Ay Loard,” qo he, “ye ken that A love ye.” Jesus saed, “Luk eftèr ma lambs.”
Jist then hïs follaers cum bak, an the' wur stoondit that Jesus wus taakin wi a wumman. But naebodie axt hïm, “Whut dae ye want wi hir?” or “Whut ir ye daein taakin tae hir?”