Noo, tha day tha Jews sent preeshts an Levites frae Jerusalem tae ax Jhone wha he wus, here ïs whut he saed tae thaim. He wus aye apen aboot ït, an toul thaim strecht, “A'm no tha Christ.”
Hae mine o tha wurds A telt ye: ‘Nae sarvint ïs bïgger ner hïs maistèr.’ If the' haed ït ïn fer me, the'll hae ït ïn fer you forbye. If the' daen ma bïddin, the' wull dae yours as weel.
That's fer why tha Jews ettled aa tha mair tae kïll hïm, no jist fer brekkin tha Sabbath, but forbye he wus caain God hïs ain Faither, an pittin hissel on a level wi God.