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WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.
O Willie brew'd a peck of maut,
And Rab and Allan cam to prie;
Three blyther lads that lee lang night,
Ye wadna fand in Christendie.
And Rab and Allan cam to prie;
Three blyther lads that lee lang night,
Ye wadna fand in Christendie.
We are na fou, we're na that fou,
But just a wee drap in our ee;
The cock may craw the day may daw
But ay we'll taste the barley bree.
But just a wee drap in our ee;
The cock may craw the day may daw
But ay we'll taste the barley bree.
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys I trow are we;
And mony a canty night we've seen,
And many mae we hope to see.
We are na fou, &c.
Three merry boys I trow are we;
And mony a canty night we've seen,
And many mae we hope to see.
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.
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 loop is he!
A cuckold coward loop is he!
