RATTLIN' ROARIN' WILLIE. Tune-" Rattlin', roarin' Willie." 1. O RATTLIN', roarin' Willie, An' for to sell his fiddle, An' buy some other ware; But parting wi' his fiddle, The saut tear blin't his ee; And rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me! II. O Willie, come sell your fiddle, If I should sell my fiddle, The warl' would think I was mad; For mony a rantin' day My fiddle and I hae had. III. As I cam by Crochallan, I cannily keekit ben Rattlin', roarin' Willie Was sitting at yon board en'; Sitting at yon board en', And amang guid companie; Rattlin', roarin' Willie, Ye're welcome hame to me! "The hero of this chant was," says Burns, 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." The Rattlin', roarin' Willie of Border song was another sort of person : "Our Willie's away to Jeddart, To dance on the rood-day; And Willie left New-Mill banks, Red wat wi' Robin's blude." Willie was pursued by Elliot of Stobbs, and taken sleeping among the broom in one of the links of Ousenamwater. What happened to him may be gathered from another stanza : "Now may the name of Elliot Be cursed frae firth to firth ! He has fettered the gude right hand That keepit the land in mirth, And charmed maids' hearts frae dool; O sair will they want thee, Willie, BRAVING ANGRY WINTER'S STORMS. Tune-" Neil Gow's Lamentation for Abercairny." I. WHERE, braving angry winter's storms, The lofty Ochels rise, Far in their shade my Peggy's charms II. Blest be the wild, sequester'd shade, Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd, Must be a stronger death. The heroine of this fine song is Margaret Chalmers. The Poet calls her "one of the most accomplished of women." He stood much in awe of her unaffected modesty and good sense, and tamed down the ruder part of his nature whenever he wrote to her. The air to which Burns wrote this pleasant little song was composed, it is said, by John Girvan, who named it after himself. M'Gill, a fiddler of been added to the song; but they want the easy air of their elder companions: : "O, see yon green mountain Beneath yon bright star! O, see yon moon shining On turret and scaur ! It is time to be going, "O, far have I ridden, love, All to be near thee; For he that loves truly Maun dree an' maun daur So come now or never, Sweet Tibbie Dunbar !" The heroine of the song has never been named, nor has it succeeded in becoming a favourite, though the air is good and the words natural. |