28 ‘An enemie haes daen thïs,’ he saed. Tha sarvints axt hïm, ‘Dae ye want iz tae gae oot an pu thaim up?’
An tha fairmer's sarvin men cum up tae hïm. ‘Maistèr,’ the' saed, ‘dïd ye no sow guid seed ïn yer fiel? Whar then dïd tha weeds cum frae?’
‘Na,’ he saed bak tae thaim, ‘becas whaniver ye'r pu'in oot tha weeds, ye'll mebbe ruit up tha wheat alang wi thaim.