Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In her nightgown.
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
Are the children all in bed
For it’s past eight o’ clock.
Wee Willie Winkie
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Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In her nightgown.
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
Are the children all in bed
For it’s past eight o’ clock.