An she haed hir furst babbie, a sinn. She rowlt hïm up ïn bïts o claith an püt hïm ïn a manger wi tha fother, acause thair wus nae ruim fer thaim ïn tha ludgin hoose.
Jesus saed, “Is thair no twal oors o daylicht iverie day? If ye waak ïn tha braid daylicht ye'll no thrip an faa, fer ye can see bi tha licht o thïs warl.
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?”