Rattling, Roaring Willie. By the late Sir W, Elliot. 477 



For a' that's danc an' said, 



For a' that's said or dane ; 

 My rautin' roarin' Willie, 

 I'll rise and lat ye in. 

 III. 

 " As I earn in by Clanallan, 



The night was wonerous late, 

 A cloud o' mist came down, 



I almost tint the gate. 

 First I tint my stockings, 



An' syne I tint my shoon ; 

 But yet I'm arrived at Meggie 

 Whan a' these hours are dane. 

 IV. 

 " Now ye maun sell your iiddle 

 To buy a wedding ring, 

 An' ye maun sell your chanter 



To buy a cradle string. 

 If I wou'd sell my fiddle 



Fouk wou'd say I'm mad, 

 Sae mony a canty night 

 Hae me an' my fiddle had. 

 V. 

 " My ran tin' roarin' Willie ! 

 AVere I but fit to rise, 

 But an' ye kent my case 



It wou'd put me in surprise. 

 A spring well in the dean, Willie, 



Dear has been to me ; 

 I've fa'n and broken my buckets, 

 And cutted my knee in three. 

 VI. 

 " Win up, win up, my Meggie, 

 And lie nac langer in pine, 

 For I wou'd sell my fiddle, 



To buy you a pint o' wine. 

 To buy you a pint o' wine, 



I would cheer your heart for aye, 

 For ! my bonny Meggie, 

 There's nane I like, like thee. 

 VII. 

 " Gin ye wou'd sell your fiddle 

 Fouk wou'd say ye' re mad, 

 Sae mony a merry night 



You an' your fiddle hae had ; 

 You an' your fiddle hae had, 



Amang guid conrpanie, 

 Amuse you the best way ye can 

 And come nae mair to me. 



