An thïs Canaanite wumman frae thaim pairts cum tae hïm, cryin oot, “Loard, Sinn o Davit, hae peetie on me! Ma dochtèr ïs sufferin sumthin tarrible wi an ïll spïrit.”
An lo an behoul, sïttin on tha bunker o tha róad, thair wus these twa men that wur blin. An whaniver the' heerd Jesus wus passin bye, the' cryed oot, “Loard, Sinn o Davit, tak peetie on iz!”
Tha croods that gan aheid o hïm an thaim that follaed behin cryed oot, “Hosanna tae tha Sinn o Davit!” “Blisst be tha Yin that cums ïn tha name o tha Loard!” “Hosanna ïn tha heichest heiven!”
an he scraicht oot lood, “Lea iz alane! Whut dae ye want wi iz, Jesus o Nazareth? Hae ye cum here tae dae awa wi iz? A ken richt weel wha ye ir. Ye ir tha Halie Yin o God.”