An whan ït taks hoult o hïm, he gangs ïntae a fït an he faas doon, foamin at tha mooth an scringein hïs teeth, an he's jist wastin awa. A axt yer follaers tae rïd hïm o tha spïrit, an the' cudnae dae ït!”
An tha spïrit gien a scraich an ït throwed tha lad tae tha grun ïn anither fït, jist afore ït cum oot o hïm. Tha wee fella lukt as ïf he haed deed, an sae tha crood saed, “He's deid.”
But Jesus chackt hïm an saed, “Houl yer wheesht, an cum oot o hïm!” An tha demon throwed hïm tae tha grun fornent thaim aa, an ït cum oot o hïm, an ït dïdnae hurt hïm ava.
Fer ye see, Jesus haed bïd tha ïll spïrit tae lea hïm alane. Betimes ït haed made hïm brek awa frae hïs gairds an tha chains the' haed bun hïm up wi, an ït haed driv hïm oot ïntae tha wiles.
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.
Jist as tha wee lad wus cumin, he faad doon tae tha grun fïttin, an Jesus gien tha wïckit spïrit a richt barjin, an hailt tha wee lad an gien hïm bak tae hïs faither.
Ye belang tae your faither, tha deil, an ye'r wantin tae dae whut's ïn yer faither's hairt. He wus a murdèrer richt frae tha stairt, nae freen o tha truith, fer thair's nae truith ïn hïm. Whan he tells lees, he taaks hïs ain leid, fer he's a doonricht liar, ay, tha faither o lees.