  O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, And Rob and Allan cam to pree; Three blither hearts that lee-lang night, Ye wad na find in Christendie. We are na fou, we're no that fou, But just a drappie in our ee: The cock may craw, the day may daw, And aye we'll taste the barley bree. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow, are we; And monie a night we've merry been, And monie mae we hope to be! It is the moon, I ken her horn, That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But by my sooth she'll wait a wee! 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! We are na fou, we're no that fou, But just a drappie in our ee: The cock may craw, the day may daw, And aye we'll taste the barley bree. |
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