An he cryed oot tae thaim an saed, ‘Faither Abraham, tak peetie on me an senn Lazarus tae dook tha enn o hïs fïng'r ïn tha wattèr tae cool ma tung doon, fer A'm tormentit wi tha bleeze o thïs fire!’
Ye maun show bi tha wye ye leeve that ye hae turnt awa frae yer sïns. Dïnnae stairt sayin tae yersels, ‘We hae Abraham fer oor faither’, an hae daen wi that! Fer A tell ye that oot o thon stanes God can mak weans fer Abraham.
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.