Hïs winnowin fork ïs ïn hïs han, an he wull redd up hïs thrashin-flure, getherin hïs wheat ïntae hïs barn an burnin tha caff wi a fire ye cannae pit oot.”
If a bodie daesnae bide ïn me, he ïs laik a brench that ïs redd oot an wuthers up an dees; sitch brenches ïs gethert up an coupt ïntae tha fire an brunt.