Willie Brew'd a Peck O' Maut
by Robert Burns

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wadna found in Christendie.

Chorus:
We are na fou, we're nae that fou,
But just a drappie in our ee;
The cock may craw, the day may day,
And aye we'll taste the barley bree

Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys I trow are we;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be!

Chorus:-

It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wile us hame,
But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee!

Chorus:-

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,
A cuckold, coward loun is he!
Wha first beside his chair shall fa'
He is the King amang us three.

Chorus:-

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