The Song Book No. 4/Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut

by Anonymous

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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 night
ye 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!