But love yer faes, dae guid an lenn, no hopin tae get oniethin bak; an yis wull hae great reward an wull be sinns o tha Maist Heich, fer he ïs kine tae tha ungratefu an tha wïckit.
But tha seed that faad on guid grun, that's laik fowk that ir warthie an guid, an gie ear til tha wurd o God; the' houl ït ïn thair hairts, til ïn tha enn the' reap a rich hairst.
An ither seed faad on guid grun, an ït growed weel, an tha hairst wus guid, aboot a hunnèr times mair than wus saad.” Whan he haed toul thaim aa thïs, he caad oot, “Let hïm that haes ears ïn hïs heid tak tent!”