But tha seed that faad on guid grun, that's laik fowk that ir warthie an guid, an gie ear til tha wurd o God; the' houl ït ïn thair hairts, til ïn tha enn the' reap a rich hairst.
Ye belang tae your faither, tha deil, an ye'r wantin tae dae whut's ïn yer faither's hairt. He wus a murdèrer richt frae tha stairt, nae freen o tha truith, fer thair's nae truith ïn hïm. Whan he tells lees, he taaks hïs ain leid, fer he's a doonricht liar, ay, tha faither o lees.