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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,
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.
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Written by: Robert Burns

Book: Reflection on the Important Things