You're mean to meWhy must you be mean to me?Gee, honey, it seems to meYou love to see me cryin'
mean, meWhy, you, honey, meYou, love, see, me
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 now ten o'clock."
Willie, Winkie, rins, toun, stairs, doon, window, lock, weans