We willie winkle runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his night-gown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds?
For now, it’s eight o’clock.

We willie winkle runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his night-gown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds?
For now, it’s eight o’clock.