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 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.