O, rattlin, roarin Willie, O, he held to the fair, An' for to sell his fiddle And to 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 warld would think I was mad; For monie a rantin day My fiddle and I hae had.'
As I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben; Rattlin', roarin' Willie Was sittin at yon boord-en'; Sittin at yon boord-en, And amang gude companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, You're welcome hame to me!