Willie
Jean Redpath Lyrics


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O rattlin' roarin ' Willie
Oh he held to the fair
An' for to sell his fiddle
An' buy some other ware
But partin' wi' his fiddle
The saut tear blint his eye
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 ha'e had.

As I cam' by Chrochallan
I cannily keekit ben
Rattlin' roarin' Willie
Was sitting at yon board en'
Sitting at yone board en'
And amang guid companie




Rattlin' roarin' Willie
Ye're welcome hame to me!

Overall Meaning

The song "Willie" by Jean Redpath is a traditional Scottish folk song that tells the story of Rattlin' Roarin' Willie. Willie is a man who loves to party and play the fiddle. However, he is forced to sell his fiddle to buy other goods. The lyrics express Willie's sadness when he is parted from his fiddle, and the joy he feels when he is reunited with it. The song also features the voice of someone encouraging Willie to sell his fiddle and buy a pint of wine, but Willie refuses because his fiddle is too valuable to him.


The song captures the essence of a nostalgic folk tale in which the singer is faced with the decision to conform to societal expectations or follow his heart. In this case, Willie chooses to keep his fiddle and hold onto his passion for music rather than allow himself to be swayed by others' opinions. In "Willie," we see a man who is defined by his love of music and his refusal to give up that love even when facing hardship.


Line by Line Meaning

O rattlin' roarin' Willie
The song is about a man named Willie who is known for being loud and having a good time.


Oh he held to the fair
Willie went to the fair.


An' for to sell his fiddle
He wanted to sell his fiddle.


An' buy some other ware
He wanted to use the money from selling his fiddle to buy something else.


But partin' wi' his fiddle
However, when he thought about actually selling his fiddle,


The saut tear blint his eye
He became emotional and cried at the thought of it.


And rattlin' roarin' Willie
Despite his reputation as a loud and fun-loving person,


Ye're welcome hame to me!
Willie was still a loyal and welcoming friend.


O Willie, come sell your fiddle
Despite his reservations about selling his fiddle, his friends still urged him to do so.


O sell your fiddle sae fine
They emphasized how nice his fiddle was and how much money he could get for it.


And buy a pint o' wine!
They suggested that he use the money to buy himself some wine.


If I should sell my fiddle
Willie considered the idea of selling his fiddle.


The warl' would think I was mad
But he worried that people would think he was crazy for selling such a beloved possession.


For mony a rantin' day
He had spent many happy and wild days with his fiddle.


My fiddle and I ha'e had.
His fiddle was not just a possession, but a partner in his many adventures.


As I cam' by Chrochallan
As he was walking by Chrochallan,


I cannily keekit ben
He cautiously looked inside.


Rattlin' roarin' Willie
To his delight, he saw his friend Willie.


Was sitting at yon board en'
Willie was sitting at a nearby table with his friends.


And amang guid companie
He was in good company, meaning he was enjoying himself.


Ye're welcome hame to me!
Despite any previous disagreements about selling his fiddle, Willie's friend welcomed him back with open arms.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ROBERT BURNS, SERGE HOVEY

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