An ïn tha moarnin, ye say, ‘It'll be wundie theday, fer tha sky ïs rid an threatinin.’ Sae yis can tell tha weather bi tha luk o tha sky, but yis cannae wark oot tha signs o tha times!
“Whut dae ye thïnk aboot thïs? Thair wus a man that haed twa sinns. He gaed tae tha furst yin an saed, ‘Sinn, aff ye gang an wark theday ïn tha vineyaird.’