An he wus still taakin, whaniver a bricht clood cum roon thaim, an a voice frae tha clood saed, “Thïs ïs ma Sinn that A love; wi hïm A'm weel plaised. Lïsten tae hïm!”
At tha stairt tha judge niver bothert: fer a lang time he dïd naethin. But then he saed tae hissel, ‘Tha mair A dïnnae fear God or care aboot fowk, still wi aa, A wull halp oot thïs weeda wumman, fer she's giein me that much bother. A'm scunnèrt wi hir aye rinnin tae me!’ ”
But whaniver tha tenant-fairmers saen tha sinn, the' taakt ït ower an saed, ‘Thïs ïs tha boy that wull git aa thïs here whan hïs da dees. If we kïll hïm, aa thïs cud be oors!’