Sket cam a ladde with a knif,
And bigan Rith at þe to
For to ritte, and for to flo,
And he bigan for to rore,
So it were grim or gore,
Þat men mithe þeþen a mile
He roars.
Here him rore, þat fule file.
Þe ladde ne let no with for-þi,
Þey he criede ‘merci! merci!’