Luk at tha burds o tha air; the' dïnnae sow ner reap ner hoord awa ïn barns, an yit yer heivenlie Faither feeds thaim. Ir yous no warth faur mair ner thaim?
Luk at tha craws, the' nether sow ner reap an hae nae barns tae store oniethin ïn, yit the' get eneuch tae dae thaim, fer God feeds thaim. Ir yous no warth mair tae hïm than a wheen o burds?
At tha stairt tha judge niver bothert: fer a lang time he dïd naethin. But then he saed tae hissel, ‘Tha mair A dïnnae fear God or care aboot fowk, still wi aa, A wull halp oot thïs weeda wumman, fer she's giein me that much bother. A'm scunnèrt wi hir aye rinnin tae me!’ ”