Our Faither in Heiven,
hallowt be thy name;
thy Ki’ngdom come;
thy will be dune;
on the yird, as in Heiven.
Gi’e us our breid for this incomin day;
forgi’e us the wrangs we hae wrocht,
as we hae forgi’en the wrangs we hae dree’d;
as sey-us-na sairlie,
but sauf us frae the Ill.
Ane!