O Willie Brew'd.

Tune - "Willie brew'd a peck o' maut." I.         O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,             And Rob and Allan came to see:         Three blither hearts, that lee-lang night             Ye wad na find in Christendie.                     We are na fou, we're no that fou,                         But just a drappie in our e'e;                     The cock may craw, the day may daw,                         And aye we'll taste the barley bree. II.         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! 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! IV.         Wha first shall rise to gang awa',             A cuckold, coward loon is he!         Wha last beside his chair shall fa',             He is the king amang us three!                     We are na fou, we're no that fou,                         But just a drappie in our e'e;                     The cock may craw, the day may daw,                         And aye we'll taste the barley bree.