283. Song—Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut

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283. Song—Willie brew'd a Peck o' Maut by Robert Burns

 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,
 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;
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 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]

Form: Ballad

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