An then he'll say tae tha yins on hïs left han, ‘Awa wi ye, yous that ir curst, awa ïntae tha iverlastin fire that's readie an waitin fer tha Deil an hïs angels!
Hïs winnowin fork ïs ïn hïs han, an he wull redd up hïs thrashin-flure, getherin hïs wheat ïntae hïs barn an burnin tha caff wi a fire ye cannae pit oot.”