The Song Book No. 4/Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
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Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,and Rob and Allen cam to see;Three blither hearts, that lee-lang nightye wad na find in Christendie:
We are na fou, we're na that fou,but just a droppie in our e'e,The cock may craw, the day may daw,and ay 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!
It is the moon, I ken her horn,that's blinkin in the lift sae hie!She shines: sae bright to while us hame,but by my sooth she'll wait a wee!
Wha first shall rise to gang away,a cuckold, coward loun is he!Wha first beside his chair shall fa',He is the king amang us three!