21 Lazarus wus hopin that tha rich man wud gie hïm tha leains frae hïs table. Whiles, tha doags wud cum an lïck hïs sairs.
“Ay, Loard, that's richt” she saed, “but still wi aa, e'en tha wee dugs gits aitin tha crumbs that faa frae thair maistèrs' boord!”
“Ay, Loard,” saed she, “but still wi aa, e'en tha wee dugs unnèr tha table gits aitin tha weans' crumbs.”
An then thair wus thïs puir beggar, covert wi sairs, caad Lazarus, that lay at hïs gate.
In tha enn tha beggar deed an tha angels cairriet hïm awa tae be wi Abraham. Tha rich man deed forbye an wus buriet.
Whaniver the' aa haed et thair fïll, he toul hïs follaers, “Gether up aa tha left-owers. An mine ye dïnnae waste ocht!”