Tha seed on tha roak stans fer tha yins that gie ear til God's wurd an tak ït ïn wi a gled hairt, but ït haes nae ruit an daesnae houl wi thaim. Fer whan haird times cum alang, the' gie up an the' hae nae mair mine o ït.
“Thair wus thïs fairmer went oot tae saa seed, an as he wus skailin ït, some drapt doon alang tha pad, an ït got waakit iver, an tha wile burds peckt ït up.