25 Tha wumman cum an got doon on hir knees afore hïm an she saed. “Loard, halp me!”
Then thaim that wur ïn tha bóat wurshipt hïm, sayin, “You are tha Sinn o God, an that's tha truith o ït!”
“It ïsnae richt,” saed he, “tae tak tha weans' breid an clod ït tae tha wee dugs.”
Tha thrang chackt thaim an toul thaim tae be quait, but the' guldèrt aa tha mair, sayin, “Loard, Sinn o Davit, tak peetie on iz!”
An here cum up thïs man wi leprosie, an he got doon on hïs knees afore hïm an saed, “Loard, ïf ye hae a mine tae, ye can mak me clain.”
An monies tha time ït haes throwed hïm ïntae tha fire an ïntae tha wattèr as weel, tae dae awa wi hïm; sae ïf You can dae oniethin ava, tak peetie on iz an halp iz.”
An richt awa tha wee lad's faither cryed oot, “Loard, A dae believe, but tak awa tha doots A hae!”