7 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.
An he went ower tae hïm an rowlt up hïs sairs, poorin on oyle an wine tae aise thaim, an sut hïm on hïs ain baist an brocht hïm tae an ïnn an lukt eftèr hïm.
Tha Wurd cum tae be flesh an bluid an leeved amang iz. We hae saa hïs glorie, tha glorie o tha Yin an Ainlie that cum frae tha Faither, fu o grace an truith.