But whaniver that sarvint gaed oot, he cum on yin o hïs fella sarvints that owed hïm twarthie thoosan pun. He tuk houl o hïm bi tha throat an saed, ‘You pye me bak whut ye owe me!’
Qo he, “Onie ither bodie wud gie oot tha guid wine at tha furst, an whan fowks hae a lock o drïnk ïn thaim, the' brïng oot tha chaip stuff. But you hae kep tha guid wine tae noo.”