57 But Petèr saed, “Na, na, lass, A dïnnae know hïm.”
But whaiver disowns me afore men, A wull disown hïm afore ma Faither ïn heiven.
But he denied ït afore thaim aa. “A dïnnae ken whut ye'r taakin aboot,” qo he.
But oniebodie that daesnae admït tae bein a follaer o mine, wull be denied bi me afore tha angels o God.
An thair wus thïs wee sarvin lass tuk a clase luk at hïm ïn tha lowe o tha fire. “Thïs man wus wi hïm tae,” saed she.
Eftèr a while anither yin saa hïm an saed, “Ye ir yin o thaim tae.” But Petèr saed, “Man, na, A'm naethin o tha soart!”
Noo as Simon Petèr wus stud wairmin hissel, the' axt hïm agane, “You wudnae be yin o thaim follaers o hïs, wud ye?” Petèr denied ït tae thair face, sayin, “Na, A'm naethin o tha soart!”
Yinst mair Petèr denied ït, an at that verie mïnit, a roostèr craad.