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• 212 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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No. 237. O, rattlin, roarin Willie.
Tune: Rattlin, roarin Willie Scots Musical Museum, 1788, No. 194. |
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[O, rattlin, roann 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 1
'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 ha'e 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. |
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No. 238. Here's a bottle and an honest friend.
(Tune unknown.)
There's nane that's blest of human kind But the cheerful and the gay, man. |
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Here 's a bottle and an honest friend 1 What wad you wish for mair, man!
Wha kens, before his life may end, What his share may be o' care, man! |
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