An he cryed oot tae thaim an saed, ‘Faither Abraham, tak peetie on me an senn Lazarus tae dook tha enn o hïs fïng'r ïn tha wattèr tae cool ma tung doon, fer A'm tormentit wi tha bleeze o thïs fire!’
Dae ye thïnk ye'r a bïgger man ner oor forefaither Jacob, that gien iz tha wal an drunk frae ït hissel, laik hïs sinns daen forbye, an hïs beese anaa?”
But oniebodie that taks a drïnk o tha wattèr that A gie hïm wull niver hae a druith agane. Deed, ay, tha wattèr A gie hïm wull be a wattèr spoot, wallin up tae ayelastin life.”
Dïnnae wark fer mait that gaes aff. Na, wark fer mait that keeps tae ayelastin life that tha Sinn o Man wull gie tae ye. Fer God tha Faither haes püt tha keel-mairk o hïs bakkin on tha Sinn.”