An sae ïf sïnfu fowk laik yersels know hoo tae gie guid thïngs tae yer weans, hoo much mair wull yer Faither ïn heiven gie guid thïngs tae thaim that axes hïm!
An he saed tae thaim, “Whan ye pray, say: ‘[Oor] Faither [that bides Abain], Halie be yer name. Micht yer Kïngdom cum shuin, [An yer wull be daen on irth, jist tha wye ït ïs Abain.]
But tha tex man stud awa bak, an wudnae as much as lïft hïs een tae heiven, but he bate hïs breesht ïn sorra, an saed, ‘O God, hae mercie on me, fer A'm naethin but a sïnner!’