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,
You’re welcome hame to me.