Wee Willie Winkie Runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs In his night-gown, Tapping at the window, Crying through the lock, "Are the babes in their beds, For it's now ten o'clock?" "Hey! Willie Winkie, Are you coming then? The cat's singing purrie To the sleeping hen; The dog is lying on the floor And does not even peep; But here's a wakeful laddie That will not fall asleep.

"Anything but sleep, you rogue! Glowering like the moon; Rattling in an iron jug With an iron spoon; Rumbling, tumbling all about, Crowing like a cock, Screaming like I don't know what, Waking sleeping folk. "Hey! Willie Winkie, Can't you keep him still? Wriggling off a body's knee Like a very eel; Pulling at the cat's ear, As she drowsy hums - Hey, Willie Winkie! See! - there he comes!"

Wearied is the mother That has a restless wean, A wee, stumpy bairnie, Heard whene'er he's seen - That has a battle aye with sleep Before he'll close an e'e; But a kiss from off his rosy lips Gives strength anew to me.

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