With pater noster, pitter patter;

And ye man sit in a compas,

And cry, Harbert tuthless,

Drag thow, and ye's draw,

And sit thair quhill cok craw.

The compas mon hallowit be

With aspergis me Domine;

The haly writ schawis als

Thair man be hung about your bals

Pricket in ane woll poik