O, rattlin, roarin Willie, O, he held to the fair, An for to sell his fiddle An 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 monie a rantin day My fiddle an I hae had.
As I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben; Rattlin, roaring Willie, Was sittin at yon boord-en'; Sitting at yon boord-en', And amang guid companie; Rattlin, roarin Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me.