An Capernaum, you micht thïnk ye'r weel on yer wye tae heiven. Na, but A'm tellin ye, ye'll be brocht doon tae hell! Fer ïf tha mïracles that wus daen ïn you haed bin daen ïn Sodom, ït wud be thair tae thïs day.
An ïf he wull no lïsten tae thaim, tell ït tae tha kirk; an ïf he wull no lïsten tae tha kirk ether, dail wi hïm tha wye ye wud dae wi a tex man, or tha haithen.
Yin day, whan Jesus wus waakin alang tha loch shore o Galilee, he saa twa brithers, Simon caad Petèr an hïs brither Andra. The' wur castin a neyt ïntae tha wattèr, fer the' wrocht at tha fïshin.
An he brocht hïm tae Jesus. Jesus tuk a guid luk at hïm an he saed, “Sae ye ir Simon, Jhone's sinn. Ye'll noo be caad Cephas.” (Cephas stans fer Petèr, mainin ‘a roak’.)