The Byschope stappit and sterted sore,

Wyde gaipen with affrychte,

For och that fayre and lillye hande

Had turned ane paw outrychte!

Ane paw with long and crukit clawis!

That breste of heuinlye charme

Had turnit til brusket of ane katt,

Ful hayrie and ful warme!

And there scho satt on lang-settil,

With een of glentyng flame,