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First Line: Wee willie winkie rins through the town
Last Line: To me.
Alternate Author Name(s): Laureate Of The Nursery
Subject(s): Babies; Mothers; Infants

WEE Willie Winkie rins through the town,
Up stairs and doon stairs, in his nicht-gown,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed? -- for it 's now ten
Hey, Willie Winkie! are ye comin' ben?
The cat's singin' gay thrums to the sleepin' hen,
The doug's speldered on the floor, and disna gie
a cheep;
But here's a waukrife laddie, that winna fa'
Only thing but sleep, ye rogue: -- glow'rin' like the
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon,
Rumblin', tumblin' roun' about, crawin' like a
Skirlin' like a kenna-what -- wauknin' sleepin'
Hey, Willie Winkie! the wean's in a creel!
Waumblin' aff a bodie's knee like a vera eel,
Ruggin' at the cat's lug, and ravellin' a' her
Hey, Willie Winkie! -- See, there he comes!
Wearie is the mither that has a storie wean,
A wee stumpie stoussie, that canna rin his lane,
That has a battle aye wi' sleep, before he'll close
an ee;
But a kiss frae aff his rosy lips gies strength anew
to me.

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