38 Mary saed, “Weel, A'm tha sarvint o tha Loard an A'll dae whutiver he wants. Sae, jist let ït aa cum aboot laik ye say.” An then tha angel went awa frae hir.
Fer thair's naethin ava God cannae dae.”
Eftèr thïs, Mary got hirsel readie, an heidit aff ïn a bïg hurrie tae a toon ïn tha hïlls o Judea.
Fer he haes tuk notysh o me, a puir sarvin lass, an aa genèrations frae noo on wull caa me blisst.