Then Jesus saed tae hïs follaers, “If oniebodie wants tae follae eftèr me, he maun ferget aboot hissel aathegither, tak up hïs cross an stïck clase tae me.
Jesus saed bak tae hïm, “If ye hae a mine tae be perfait, awa an sell aa ye hae got, an gie ït awa tae tha puir, an ye'll hae walth ïn heiven. Then cum bak, an follae me.”
Yin day, whan Jesus wus waakin alang tha loch shore o Galilee, he saa twa brithers, Simon caad Petèr an hïs brither Andra. The' wur castin a neyt ïntae tha wattèr, fer the' wrocht at tha fïshin.
Whan Jesus wus trevelin on frae thair, he saa a tex man bi tha name o Mattha sïttin ïn hïs hut. “Follae me,” he toul hïm, an Mattha ris up an follaed hïm.
Oniebodie that wants me as thair maistèr maun follae me; an whar A'm at, ye'll fin ma sarvint thonner forbye. Ma Faither wull gie honour tae hïm that sarves me.