Anen wrote:
> On Dec 11, 12:23 am, sooz...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
wrote:
>> On Dec 8, 11:03 pm, Anen <anne.ma...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>>
>>> #Wee Willie Winkie, running through the toon
>>> #upstairs, downstairs, in his nightgoon
>>> I'm sure there's more but that's all I can remember.
>> Rapping on the windows and checking on the locks
>> "Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"
>>
>> That's the way I learned it, anyway. My mother isn't Scottish,
>> though, so I'm sure it sounds different coming from Anen's ma.
>
> Now that you've jumpstarted what p***** for my memory, Mum's version
> was similar but she used six o'clock. Guess she wanted us out from
> under her feet really early.
Wikipedia has the original version as:
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,
Up stairs and doon stairs in his nicht-goun,
Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed, for it's noo ten o'clock?"
"Hey, Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben?
The cat's singin' grey thrums to the sleepin' hen,
The dog's spelder'd on the floor, and disna gi'e a cheep,
But here's a waukrife laddie that winna fa' asleep!"
Onything but sleep, you rogue! glow'ring like the mune,
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spune,
Rumblin', tumblin' round about, crawin' like a cock,
Skirlin' like a kenna-what, wauk'nin' sleepin' fock.
"Hey, Willie Winkie - the wean's in a creel!
Wambling aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel,
Ruggin' at the cat's lug, and ravelin' a' her thrums
Hey, Willie Winkie - see, there he comes!"
Wearit is the mither that has a stoorie wean,
A wee stumple 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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