The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT |
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WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT
Chorus
We are na fou, we're nae that fou,But just a drappie in our e'e!
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we'll taste the barley-bree!
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O, Willie brewed a peck o' maut,And Rob and Allan cam to see.
Three blyther hearts that lee-lang night
Ye wad na found in Christendie.
II
Here are we met three merry boys,Three merry boys I trow are we;
And monie a night we've merry been,
And monie mae we hope to be!
III
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!
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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!
Chorus
We are na fou, we're nae that fou,But just a drappie inn our e'e!
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we'll taste the barley-bree!
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