[Verse 1]
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'ee—
Rattlin' roarin' Willie ye’re welcome hame to me!

[Verse 2]
“O Willie, come sell your fiddle, an' sell your fiddle sae fine;
O Willie, come sell your fiddle and buy a pint o' wine!”
“If I should sell my fiddle the warld would think I was mad;
For monie a rantin day my fiddle and I hae had.”

[Verse 3]
As I cam by Crochallan I cannily keekit ben
Rattlin, roarin Willie was sitting at yon boord-en'
Sitting at yon boord-en' and among guid companie!
Rattlin, roarin Willie ye’re welcome hame tae me