12 Hïs winnowin fork ïs ïn hïs han, an he wull redd up hïs thrashin-flure, getherin hïs wheat ïntae hïs barn an burnin tha caff wi a fire ye cannae pit oot.”
Let thaim baith growe thegither tae tha hairvest. An then A'll tell tha reapers: Gether up tha weeds furst an tye thaim up ïn bunnels fer burnin; then awa an gether up tha wheat an brïng ït ïntae ma barn.’ ”
But Jhone toul thaim aa, “A'm onlie baptisin wi wattèr. But yin'll cum that wull baptise ye wi tha Halie Spïrit an wi fire. He ïs michtier ner me. A'm no fït tae lowse hïs buits fer hïm.
Wi hïs winnowin fork ïn hïs han, he'll redd up hïs thrashin-flure, an gether tha wheat ïntae hïs barn; but he'll burn tha caff wi a fire ye cannae pit oot!”
He haes iverie brench cut aff o me that haes gien nae fruit. An iverie brench that daes gie fruit he faces bak a weethin sae that ït fruits aa tha mair.