1 An whaniver the' got near tae Bethphage an Bethanie on tha ootskirts o Jerusalem nixt tha Moont o Olives, Jesus bïd twa o hïs follaers tae gang on aheid.
An latèr on, as Jesus wus sïttin on tha Moont o Olives, tha follaers cum tae hïm on hïs lane. “Tell iz,” the' saed, “whan wull aa thïs cum aboot, an whut wull be tha sign o yer cumin, an o tha enn o tha age?”
He saed, “Gae ïntae tha clachan fornent ye, an as shuin as ye gae ïn, ye'll fin a cowlt tyed up, that naebodie haes iver sut on. Lowse ït, an brïng ït here!
Sae Jesus sent oot twa o hïs follaers ïntae Jerusalem wi thair oardèrs. “As ye gang ïntae tha cïtie,” he toul thaim, “a man cairryin a crockerie jar o wattèr wull meet ye. Follae hïm,