Here's tha truith o ït. Less an ear o seed-coarn draps doon ïntae tha grun an dees, ït jist stays on ïts lane. But ïf ït dees, ït maks a hale lock o seeds.
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.