O,
Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to prie;
Three blyther hearts that lee-lang night
Ye wad na found in Christendie.
Chorus:
We are no fou, we’re nae that fou,
But just a drappie in our e’e,
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 mony a night we’ve merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be!
It
is the moon, I kent 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 last beside his chair shall fa’,
He is the king amang us three!
