But whaniver tha tenant-fairmers saa tha sinn, the' saed tae yin anither, ‘Thïs ïs tha boy wull tak ower whan hïs da dees. Cum on noo, an we'll dae hïm ïn, an whutiver hïs da wus fer leain hïm wull cum tae us!’
Bi noo tha laird haed naebodie lef tae senn apairt frae hïs ain dear sinn. Sae ïn tha enn he sent hïm tae thaim, thïnkin tae hissel, ‘He's ma ain sinn, shairlie the'll hae regaird fer hïm!’
Fer God loved tha warl that much, that he gien hïs yin an ainlie Sinn, sae that whaiver pits thair trust ïn hïm wull no be loast, but wull leeve fer ivermair.