But Mairtha wus aa o a floostèr ower aa that needit tae be daen, an she saed, “Loard, can ye no see ma sïstèr haes lef me tae dae aa tha wark, tell hir tae cum an gie iz a han.”
Tak care yis ir no bluthert, or yer heids turnt wi wile leevin. An dïnnae fash yersels aboot tha worries o thïs life. Dïnnae alloo that day tae cum doon on yis o a suddent, laik a thrap wud dae.
An tha seed that fell amang tha thoarns, that's laik fowk that hears tha wurd o God, an the' cairrie on fer a weethin; but ïn tha enn, aa tha warl's bothers, tha catter an tha guid times staps thaim growein up strecht an sonsie.