Came trooping out on the moonlit street,
All crying out with glee;
And through the streets of the silent town
With Wee Willie Winkie ran up and down,
As merry as they could be.
Wee Willie Winkie marched at the head,
Poor little wight, quite pale with dread,
A long line after him:
Twittering larks and murmuring bees,
Dandelions blown on the evening breeze,