Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

283 . Song—Willie brew’d a Peck o’ Maut

O WILLIE 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.