Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't a girl—ruther be a boy,Without them sashes, curls, an' things that 's worn by Fauntleroy!Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake—Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me,But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!
O rattlin, roarin Willie, O he held to the fair; An'for to sell his fiddle And buy some other ware.Robert Burns
Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.Robert Burns
My first impression is of a slightly bearded spinster: my second isof Willie King madeup like Philip II: my thirdof some thin little bird, peeking, crooked, reserved, violent and timid. 614