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Robert Burns (1759–1796).  Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
283. Song—Willie brew’d a Peck o’ Maut
 
 
O WILLIE 1 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,        5
  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;        10
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;        15
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!        20
Wha first beside his chair shall fa’,
  He is the King amang us three.
      We are na fou, &c.
 
Note 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. [back]
 

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