12 Agane he sent anither yin oot, an the' hurt hïm an flung hïm oot tae.
An tae anither he saed, ‘An whut dae ye owe?’ ‘A hunnèr baags o wheat,’ saed he. Sae tha owerseer saed tae hïm, ‘Luk here, tak yer bïll an pit doon echtie baags!’
Sae he sent anither sarvin man, but the' creesht hïm as weel, wur wile baad til hïm, an sent hïm awa wi naethin.
Then tha laird o tha vineyaird saed, ‘Whut wull A dae? A know, A'll senn ma ain sinn that A love. The' ir shair tae hae regaird fer hïm!’