Miller Wee Willie Winkie

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Willie Winkie. William Miller.

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?' Tirlin' = rapping

'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!' ben=through
thrums = purring
spelderd = spread out
waukrife laddie = insomniac boy

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. glow'ring = shining, mune = moon
airn = iron
Skirlin' = shrieking with excitement
kenna-what = something or other

'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!' creel = deep basket
Wambling = wriggling
Ruggin' = tugging, lug = ear
ravelin' = confusing, thrums = purring

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.
stoorie = dusty
stumple stoussie = short, sturdy child

Современная шотландская практически народная песенка выглядит так:
Wee Willie Winkie rins thro' the toon
Upstairs and doonstairs in his nicht goon.
Tirlin' at the window, cryin at the lock,
"Are aa the bairnies in their beds? It's past eight o'clock."
Hey Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben?
The cat's singin' grey thrums to the sleepin' hen,
The dug's speldert on the flair and disnae gie a cheep,
But here's a waukrife laddie that winna fa' asleep.
Onything but sleep, you rogue, glow'ring like he moon,
Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon,
Rumblin', tumblin' roon about, crawin' like a cock,
Skirlin' like I kenna what, waukerin' sleepin' folk.
Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel,
Wamblin, aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel,
Ruggin' at the cat's lug and ravenin' a' her thrums -
"Hey Willie Winkie! See, here he comes!"

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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?'	Tirlin' = rapping

'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!'	ben=through thrums = purring spelderd = spread out waukrife laddie = insomniac boy

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.	glow'ring = shining, mune = moon airn = iron Skirlin' = shrieking with excitement kenna-what = something or other

'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!'	creel = deep basket Wambling = wriggling Ruggin' = tugging, lug = ear ravelin' = confusing, thrums = purring

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.	stoorie = dusty stumple stoussie = short, sturdy child
Современная шотландская практически народная песенка выглядит так: Wee Willie Winkie rins thro' the toon Upstairs and doonstairs in his nicht goon. Tirlin' at the window, cryin at the lock, "Are aa the bairnies in their beds? It's past eight o'clock." Hey Willie Winkie, are ye comin' ben? The cat's singin' grey thrums to the sleepin' hen, The dug's speldert on the flair and disnae gie a cheep, But here's a waukrife laddie that winna fa' asleep. Onything but sleep, you rogue, glow'ring like he moon, Rattlin' in an airn jug wi' an airn spoon, Rumblin', tumblin' roon about, crawin' like a cock, Skirlin' like I kenna what, waukerin' sleepin' folk. Hey Willie Winkie, the wean's in a creel, Wamblin, aff a bodie's knee like a verra eel, Ruggin' at the cat's lug and ravenin' a' her thrums - "Hey Willie Winkie! See, here he comes!"