O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you that kïll tha proaphits an stane thaim that's sent tae ye, monies tha time A wantit tae gether yer weans thegither, laik a hen gethers hir lachter o wee burds unnèr hir wïngs, but yis wudnae let me!
Be joyfu an gled, acause yis hae a pooerfu reward waitin fer ye ïn heiven, fer the' ïll-traitit tha proaphits that wus thair afore ye ïn jist tha same wye.
Bi noo tha laird haed naebodie lef tae senn apairt frae hïs ain dear sinn. Sae ïn tha enn he sent hïm tae thaim, thïnkin tae hissel, ‘He's ma ain sinn, shairlie the'll hae regaird fer hïm!’