Peter Robins, his website

`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 etc.
`Atweel it is my bukes,'
quo etc.

`What's that ye've got in your arm?'
`Atweel it is my peit.'

`Wha's aucht they sheep?'
`They are mine and my mither's.'

`How monie o them are mine?'
`A' they that hae blue tails.'

`I wiss ye were on yon tree:'
`And a gude ladder under me.'

`And the ladder for to break:'
`And you for to fa down.'

`I wiss ye were in yon sie:'
And a gude bottom under me.'

`And the bottom for to break:'
`And ye to be drowned.'

`O WHARE are ye gaun?' quo the false knight,
And false, false was his rede:
`I'm gaun to the scule,' says the pretty little boy,
And still, still he stude.

`O whare are ye gaun?'
Says the false knight upon the road:
`I am gaun to the schule,'
Says the wee boy, and still he stood.

`Wha's aught the sheep on yonder hill?'
`They are my papa's and mine.'

`How many of them's mine?'
`A' them that has blue tails.'

`I wish you were in yonder well:'
`And you were down in hell.'