O whare are ye gaun?
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
I'm gaun to the schule,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.

What is that upon your back?
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
Atweel it is my bukes,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.

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

Wha's aucht they sheep?
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
They are mine and my mither's,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.

How monie o' them are mine?
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
A' they that hae blue tails,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.

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

And the ladder for to break,
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
And you for to fa' doun,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.

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

And the bottom for to break,
	Quo' the false knicht upon the road;
And ye be drowned,
	Quo' the wee boy, and still he stood.