Willie boy, Willie boy,
Where are you going?
O let us go with you,
This sunshiny day.
I'm going to the meadow,
To see them a mowing,
I'm going to help the girls
Turn the new hay.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown;
Tapping at the windows, crying at the lock,
"Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?"