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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

William Miller 1810–72

Willie Winkie

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 o’clock.”

Hey, Willie Winkie! are ye comin’ ben?

The cat ’s singin’ gay thrums to the sleepin’ hen,

The doug ’s spelder’d on the floor, and disna gie a cheep;

But here ’s a waukrife laddie, that winna fa’ asleep.

Ony thing but sleep, ye rogue!—glow’rin’ like the moon,

Rattlin’ in an airn jug wi’ an airn spoon,

Rumblin’, tumblin’ roun’ about, crawin’ like a cock,

Skirlin’ like a kenna-what—wauknin’ sleep-in’ folk!

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 thrums:

Hey, Willie Winkie!—See, there he comes!