It seems harmless enough,
but having “Wee hours of the morning!” shouted in your face as a sleeping child can be a wee bit startling. Few things gave my dad more pleasure than scaring the crap out of his own kids. Even more annoying is the fact that Dad used a bizarre accent (Irish, maybe?), which made the words unintelligible. If my siblings and I happened to be awake, he’d poke us in the ribs as he said it. It wasn’t until we were teens that we learned he wasn’t saying “We arse the marnin’!”, but he never explained its meaning. To this day, we have no idea where he came across it. We just know it was an effective way to scare us out of bed or at any other time of his choosing.