Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown
Rapping at the windows, crying through the lock,
Are the children all in bed For it's now eight o'clock
Hey Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben
The cat's singin' grey thrums to the sleepin' hen,
The dog's speldert on the floor and disna gie a cheep,
But here's a waukrife laddie that winna fa' asleep
Anything but sleep, you rogue, glow'ring like the moon,
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon,
Rumblin', tumblin' roon about, crawin' like a cock,
Skirlin' like I kenna what, waukerin' sleepin' folk
Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel,
Wamblin aff a body's knee like a verra eel,
Ruggin' at the cat's lug and ravenin' a' her thrums
Hey Willie Winkie See, here he comes