Willie Brewed

O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut, And Rob and Allan cam to see; Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wad na found in Christendie.

We are na fou’, we’re no 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 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.

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!