12 An thïs ïs hoo ye'll ken hïm. Ye'll fin a babbie, rowlt ïn bïts o claith, lyin amang tha fother ïn a manger.”
An aa o a suddent thair wus a hale thrang o angels, tha airmies o heiven, praisin God an sayin,
An she haed hir furst babbie, a sinn. She rowlt hïm up ïn bïts o claith an püt hïm ïn a manger wi tha fother, acause thair wus nae ruim fer thaim ïn tha ludgin hoose.