| lyric | 1. O rattlin', raorin' Willie,
O he held to the fair,
An’ for to sell his fidlle
and buy some ither ware;
But parting wi’ his fiddle the saut
tear blin’t his e’e;
and rattlin’, roarin’ Willie,
ye’re welcome hame to me.
2. ‘0 Willie, come sell your fiddle,
O, sell your fiddle sae fine !
0Willie, come sell your fiddle,
And buy apinto’ wine !-’
‘IfI should sell my fiddle,
The warld would thinkI was mad;
For monie arantin day
My fiddle andl hae had.’
3. As Icam by Crochallan,
Icannilie keekit ben;
Rattlin’, roarin’ Willie
Was sittin at yon boord-en’;
Sittin at yon boord-en‘,
And amang gude company;
Rattlin', roarin’ Willie,
Ye’re welcome hame to me ! |