An eftèr the' went awa, an angel o tha Loard appeart tae Joseph ïn a draim. “Git up,” he toul hïm, “tak aff tae Egypt wi tha wean an hïs mither. Bide thair til A gie ye tha wurd, fer Herod ïs aboot tae hunt oot tha wean fer tae dae awa wi hïm.”
Is thïs no jist tha cairpentèr? An he's Mary's sinn, ïsn't he, an tha brither o Jeames, Joseph, Judas an Simon? Is hïs sïstèrs no here wi iz?” An the' tuk umrage at hïm.
Whan Mary an Joseph saen hïm the' wur dumfoonèrt, an hïs mither saed, “Wean dear, why hae ye daen thïs tae iz? Me an yer faither haes bin worriet seeck lukkin fer ye.”
An she haed hir furst babbie, a sinn. She rowlt hïm up ïn bïts o claith an püt hïm ïn a manger wi tha fother, acause thair wus nae ruim fer thaim ïn tha ludgin hoose.