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 o me sell your fiddle And buy a pint o' wine!" "If I should sell my fiddle, The warl' would think I was mad; For many 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.