'O whare are ye gaun?'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'I'm gaun to the scule.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'What is that upon your back?'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'Atweel is my bukes,'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'What's that ye've got in your arm?'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'Atweel it is my peit.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'What's aucht they sheep?'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'They are mine and my mither's.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'How monie o them are min?'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'A' they that hae blue tails.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'I wiss ye were on yon tree:'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'And a gude ladder under me.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'And the ladder for to break:'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'And you for to fa down.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'I wiss ye were in yon sie:'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'And a gude bottom under me.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.

'And the bottom for to break:'
Quo the fause knicht upon the road:
'And ye to be drowned.'
Quo the wee boy, and still he stude.