William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. Willie Brewed a Peck o Maut
By Robert Burns (17591796)
O W ILLIE 1 brewed a peck o maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to see;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find in Christendie.
We are na fu, were nae that fu, 5
But just a drappie in our ee;
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And aye well taste the barley bree.
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys I trow are we; 10
And mony a night weve merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be! We are na fu, etc.
It is the moonI ken her horn
Thats blinkin in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wile us hame, 15
But, by my sooth, shell wait a wee! We are na fu, etc.
Wha first shall rise to gang awa,
A cuckold coward loon is he!
Wha last beside his chair shall fa, He is the king amang us three! We are na fu, etc. 20
The circumstance of this poem (a little masterpiece of drunken fancy as Henley calls it), occurred in the autumn of 1789. The three blithe hearts were William Nicol, of the High School in Edinburgh, Allan Masterton, writing-master to the Edinburgh High School, and Burns. [ Note 1. back]