Tha croods that gan aheid o hïm an thaim that follaed behin cryed oot, “Hosanna tae tha Sinn o Davit!” “Blisst be tha Yin that cums ïn tha name o tha Loard!” “Hosanna ïn tha heichest heiven!”
Whaniver tha angels went bak tae heiven, tha herdmen saed yin tae anither, “Cum on, we'll gang tae Bethlehem an see thïs wunnèrfu thïng that haes happent, that tha Loard haes toul iz aboot.”
Fer God loved tha warl that much, that he gien hïs yin an ainlie Sinn, sae that whaiver pits thair trust ïn hïm wull no be loast, but wull leeve fer ivermair.