Seven Select Songs/Willie brew'd a peck o' maut

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see 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.

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