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?"
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?"