13 Afore he went but, he caad ten o hïs sarvin men, an gien each o thaim yin gowld coin, an he saed tae thaim, ‘Tak thïs catter an mak tha maist o ït, tae A cum bak.’
Tha man that haed bin gien tha five baags cum forrit, an brocht wi hïm tha ither five. ‘Maistèr,’ he saed, ‘ye hannit ower five baags tae me. Luk, A hae got five mair fer ye.’
Then alang cum tha man that wus gien tha yin baag o siller. ‘Maistèr,’ he saed, ‘A kent ye wur a haird man; ye hairvest whar ye hinnae plantit an ye gether whar ye hinnae sowed.
Oniebodie that wants me as thair maistèr maun follae me; an whar A'm at, ye'll fin ma sarvint thonner forbye. Ma Faither wull gie honour tae hïm that sarves me.