Cum dailygan, tha fairmer saed tae hïs lansteward, ‘Caa tha warkers an pye thaim thair wages, stairtin wi tha last yins A tuk on an gaun bak tae tha furst.’
Jesus an hïs follaers trevelt tae Jericho. An as the' wur leain tha toon wi a bïg crood follaein thaim, the' saen blin Bartimaeus, tha sinn o Timaeus, sïttin beggin on tha bunker o tha róad.
Sae tha weel-aff man confrontit hïm aboot thïs an he saed, ‘Whut's thïs A hear aboot ye? Gie an accoont o whut ye hae daen, fer A'll no hae ye aboot tha place onie mair.’
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!’ ”