Seven Select Songs/Willie brew'd a peck o' maut
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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.
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.
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.
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 loop is he! Wha last beside his clair shall fa'. He shall be king amang its three. We are na fou, &c.