He cryit, 'O Pussye, hald your gryp,
O hald and dinna spaire;
O drap me in the yerde or se,
But dinna drap me there.'
But scho wase ane doure and deidlye katt,
And scho saide with lychtsum ayre,
'You kno heuin is ane blissit plece,
And all the prestis gang there.'
'Och sweete, sweete Pussye, hald your gryp,
Spaire nouther cleke nor clawe;