Let's ride, the "bèrlinås",
The millers who ride on horse.
Came a little miller
Who put his feet back.
Fall in the water!

Out again!

Mamma, I'm this little miller,
I'm splashin' barefoot in the night,
And I'm so scared to get drowned.
Let's play again the "bèrlinås" game:
Fall in the water!

Out again!

I stumbled while I was seeking,
At the Widjî Meadow, for a tadpole.
My body, now, follows the stream
And my good days are driftin'.
Fall in the water!

Out again!

Do you hear at Sint-Mâcrawe,
On the door, Whippin' Father who nails
A piece of paper tellin'
In which way I fell down?
Fall in the water!

Out again!

Tell me, mamma, what did I do
To go this way here and there,
Without knowin' to what I could hold on
With my whole head in pieces?
Fall in the water!

Out again!

Was I so bad with nature
When I got my hand on the lizard
That loses its tail in the sun
To prevent always losin' his head?
Fall in the water!

Out again!

"It is now, little good-for-nothin',
Said my mother, you remember me!
You've always been a sniveller:
You don't deserve dyin' this way!"
Fall in the water!

Out again!