He saed, “Acause yer faith ïs sae waik. A tell ye tha truith, ïf yis hae faith as smaa as a mustèrt seed even, yis'll say tae thïs muntin, ‘Shïft frae here tae thair,’ an ït'll shïft! Naethin wull be impoassible fer ye.”
An a wïckit spïrit ïs aye takkin houl o hïm, an whan ït daes, he lets oot a guldèr, an he stairts tae fït an foam at tha mooth, an ït's onlie eftèr he's bin hurt baad that ït leas hïm.
An Jesus saed, “You fowk ir sae faithless an aisie led! Hoo lang wull A be wi ye afore yis believe? Hoo lang dae A hae tae pit up wi ye? Brïng yer sinn here tae me!”