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, roarin 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 cannily keekit ben,

Rattlin, roarin Willie

Was sitting at yon boord-en',

Sitting at yon boord-en',

And amang guid companie;

Rattlin, roarin Willie,

Ye're welcome hame to me!