Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake

Robert Burns (1759–1796)

The Happy Trio

TUNE—‘Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut.’

O, WILLIE brewed a peck o’ maut,

And Rob and Allan cam to see;

Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,

Ye wad na found in Christendie.

Chorus.

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 ay 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!
We are na fou, &c.

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!
We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he!

Wha first beside his chair shall fa’,

He is the King among us three!
We are na fou, &c.