an as she wus behin hïm greetin, hir tears stairtit tae faa on Jesus's feet. Tha wumman dryed hïs feet wi tha hair o hir heid, an she kïsst thaim as she poored tha scent ower thaim.
Weel, Mary tuk aboot a pint o pure nard, a scentit oyle that coast bïg money, an she poored ït ower Jesus's feet an gien thaim a dicht wi hir hair. An tha hoose wus fu o tha sweet scent o tha oyle.
Whaniver ït wus dairk got on thon furst day o tha week, tha follaers wur thegither behin lockt dures fer fear o tha Jews. An Jesus cum an stud amang thaim. “Peace be wi yis!” qo he.