There was a naughty boy,
And a naughty boy was he,
He ran away to scotland,
The people there to see.
There he found
That the ground
was as hard,
That a yard
was a long,
That a song
Was a merry ,
That a cherry
Was as red,
That lead
Was a weighty,
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England.
So he stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
He wondered,
He stood in his shoes
And he wondered.
