Winkum, winkum, shut your eyes,
While I sing sweet lullabies,
For the dew is falling soft,
Lights are flick’ring up aloft,
And the moon is peeping over
Yonder hilltop, capped with clover.
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my darling soon will be
Sleeping like a chickadee;
For with only half a try,
Winkum, Winkum shuts her eyes.
Winkum, Winkum shut your eyes.