Rattlin', Roarin' Willie

O rattlin', roarin' Willie,
O he held to the fair,
For to sell his fiddle
And buy some other ware;
But parting wi' his fiddle,
The saut tear blin't hes e'e,
And, rattlin' roarin' willie,yer elcome hame to me.

O Willlie, come sell your fiddle,
And 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 many's the rantin' day
My fiddle and me hae had.

As I came by Crochallan
I cannily keekit ben
Rattlin', roarin' Willie
Was sitting at yon board-en',
And sitting at yon board-en',
And among guid companie;
Rattlin', roarin' Willie,
Ye're welcome hame to me!