with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
RATTLIN, ROARIN WILLIE. The last stanza of this song is mine; it was com- posed out of compliment to one of the worthiest fellows in the world, William Dunbar, Esq. Writer to the signet, Edinburgh, and Colonel of the Crochallan corps, a club of wits who took that title at the time of raising the fencible regiments. O rattlin, roarin Willie^ O he held to the fair, An' for to sell his fiddle, And buy some ither ware ^ But parting wi' his fiddle, The saut tear blint his ee ; 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' wou'd think I was mad, For many a rantin day My fiddle and I hae had *
As I cam by Crochallan, I cannilie keekit ben, RattliD, 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 ! WHERE BRAVING ANGRY WINTERS STORMS. This song I composed on one of the most accom- plished of women, Miss Peggy Chalmers that was, now Mrs. Lezois Hay, of Forbes and Go's bank, Edinburgh. Tune—NiEL Gow's Lamentation for Abercairney.* Where braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms First blest my wandering eyes, * The different publications which have appeared under the name of Neil Goiv, and which contain not only his sets of the older tunes, but various occasional airs of his own composition, for
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RATTLIN, ROARIN WILLIE.<br />
The last stanza of this song is mine; it was com-<br />
posed out of compliment to one of the worthiest<br />
fellows in the world, William Dunbar, Esq. Writer<br />
to the signet, Edinburgh, <strong>and</strong> Colonel of the<br />
Crochallan corps, a club of wits who took that title<br />
at the time of raising the fencible regiments.<br />
O rattlin, roarin Willie^<br />
O he held to the fair,<br />
An' for to sell his fiddle,<br />
And buy some ither ware ^<br />
But parting wi' his fiddle,<br />
The saut tear blint his ee ;<br />
And rattlin roarin Willie,<br />
Ye're welcome hame to me.<br />
O Willie, come sell your fiddle,<br />
O sell your fiddle sae fine<br />
O Willie come sell your fiddle,<br />
And buy a pint o' wine.<br />
If I should sell my fiddle.<br />
The warl' wou'd think I was mad,<br />
For many a rantin day<br />
My fiddle <strong>and</strong> I hae had<br />
*