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The Song Book 173
O doure and stalwart Willy,
He's gane to ca' his plough, But ere the play be play'd,
He'll get some mair ado. There's nought in Will's kail-yard,
But ae bit laurel tree; Yet doure and stalwart Willy,
Is welcome ay to me.
His daddy gied him his name,
'Twas a' that he could gi'e, It's kent his daddy's coat
There's nane could fill but he. O bold and reckless Willy,
Nane bides a blast like thee, On rough and blustering weather,
Ye're welcome ay to me.
Words by Mrs. Grant of Laggan. Tune Rattling Roaring Willy.