Willie Brew’d a Peck o’ Maut

O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut,And Rob and Allen 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 dawAnd aye we’ll taste the barley bree.8

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

We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,But just a drappie in our ee;The cock may craw, the day may dawAnd aye we’ll taste the barley bree.16

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!

Chorus

We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,But just a drappie in our ee;The cock may craw, the day may dawAnd aye we’ll taste the barley bree.24

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

We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,But just a drappie in our ee;The cock may craw, the day may dawAnd aye we’ll taste the barley bree.32

Footnotes

1. Willie is Nicol, Allan is Masterton the writing— master. The scene is between Moffat and the head of the Loch of the Lowes. Date, August—September, 1789.—Lang.