7 Sae he saed tae tha gairdner, ‘Luk here, thïs thrie yeir A hae cum lukkin fer fïgs on thïs tree, an thair's nane on ït! Cut ït doon! It's a waste o guid grun.’
He haes iverie brench cut aff o me that haes gien nae fruit. An iverie brench that daes gie fruit he faces bak a weethin sae that ït fruits aa tha mair.
If a bodie daesnae bide ïn me, he ïs laik a brench that ïs redd oot an wuthers up an dees; sitch brenches ïs gethert up an coupt ïntae tha fire an brunt.