The feste wase laide, the tabil spread

With rych and nobil store,

And there wase set the Byschope of Blain,

With all his holy kore;

He wase ane wyce and wylie wychte

Of wytch and warlockrye,

And mony ane wyfe had byrnit to coome,

Or hangit on ane tre.

He kenit their merkis and molis of hell,

And made them joifully