Rychte sayre astoundit wase the lairde,
Ane frychtenit man wase he;
But the sueite babyis war full faine,
And chicklit joyfullye.
May Ella tooke the gude greye katt
Rychte fondlye on hir knee,
'And hethe my pussye lernit to speike?
I troue scho lernit of me.'
The katt, scho thrummyt at hir sang,
And turnit hir haffet sleike,