4 Sae aff the' went, an fun tha cowlt tyed tae a dure ootbye on tha street. An the' lowsed ït.
an he saed tae thaim, “Gae tae tha clachan fornent ye, an at yinst ye'll fin a cuddie tethèrt thair, wi hir cowlt alangside o hir. Lowse tha raip, an brïng thaim tae me.
Sae hïs follaers daen jist as Jesus haed bïd thaim, an the' made readie tha boord fer tha Passower mail.
If oniebodie axes ye, ‘Whut ir ye daein?’, jist tell thaim, ‘Tha Loard haes need o ït, an ye'll get ït bak afore lang.’ ”
Noo some o tha yins stannin roon axt thaim, “Whut ir ye daein, lowsin that cowlt?”
Hïs mither saed til tha sarvints, “whutiver he bïds yis dae, dae ït.”