The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The Happy Trio
For other versions of this work, see Willie Brew'd A Peck O' Maut.
THE HAPPY TRIO.
TUNE—'WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.'
O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to pree;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find in Christendie.
And Rob and Allan cam to pree;
Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find in Christendie.
CHORUS.
We are na fou, we're no 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.
We are na fou, we're no 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 monie a night we've merry been,
And monie mae we hope to be!
We are na fou, &c.
Three merry boys I trow are we;
And monie a night we've merry been,
And monie 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.
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.
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.