Rattlin' Roarin' Willie

O rattlin, roarin Willie,
O he held to the fair,
An' for to sell his fiddle
And buy some other ware;
But parting wi' his fiddle,
The saut tear blin't his e'e;
And rattlin, roaring Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me!

O Willie, come sell your fiddle,
O, sell your fiddle sae fine;
O Willie, come sell your fiddle,
And buy a pint o' wine;
If I should sell my fiddle,
The warl' would think I was mad;
For mony a rantin day
My fiddle and I hae had.

As I cam by Crochallan,
I cannilie keekit ben;
Rattlin, roarin Willie
Was sitting at yon boord-en',
Sitting at yon boord-en',
And amang gude companie;
Rattlin, roarin Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me!