Nae mair dae A caa yis sarvints, fer a sarvint daesnae ken ocht o whut hïs maistèr's at. Na, A hae caad yous freens acause iveriethin A hae lairnt frae ma Faither A hae taicht yous as weel.
“Sae ye wud be a kïng, then!” saed Pilate. Jesus answert, “Ye'r richt eneuch sayin A'm a kïng. As a mettèr o fect, tha raison A wus boarn, an fer why A cum ïntae tha warl, wus tae gie wutness tae tha truith. Iveriebodie that's on fer tha truith taks tent o whut A say.”
The' cum tae Jhone an saed, “Rabbi, ye mine thon man that wus wi ye on tha ither side o tha Joardan - ye ken tha yin ye toul iz aboot - weel, he ïs baptisin, an the' ir aa flockin tae hïm!”
“A hae monies a thïng A cud say aboot yis, an tae condemn yis wi. A'll no say ït but. Hïm that sent me ïs siccar, an ït's whut A hae heerd frae hïm that A tell tha warl.”