English poem
Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie
by Robert Burns
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 board en’; Sitting at yon board en’, And amang guid companie; Rattlin’, roarin’ Willie, Ye’re welcome hame to me!