Whut mair can tha follaer ax than tae be laik hïs taicher, or tha sarvint tae be laik hïs maistèr? Gin the' hae caad tha heid o tha hoose Beelzebul, weel, whut wull the' no caa aa tha yins o hïs hoosehold!
An he wus still taakin, whaniver a bricht clood cum roon thaim, an a voice frae tha clood saed, “Thïs ïs ma Sinn that A love; wi hïm A'm weel plaised. Lïsten tae hïm!”
Lukkin roon, Jesus saa thaim cumin eftèr hïm an axt, “Whut dae yis want?” “Rabbi” the' saed ('Rabbi' stans fer ‘Dominie’), “whar ir ye stappin thenicht?”
He cum tae Jesus at nicht an saed, “Rabbi, we ken ye'r a taicher that haes cum frae God, fer naebodie cud wark these signs ye ir daein ïf God wusnae wi hïm.”
The' cum tae Jhone an saed, “Rabbi, ye mine thon man that wus wi ye on tha ither side o tha Joardan - ye ken tha yin ye toul iz aboot - weel, he ïs baptisin, an the' ir aa flockin tae hïm!”