Traditional Scottish Songs
- Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
Willie Brew'd a Peck o' Maut
We are na fou, we're nae that fou,
But just a drappie in our e'e!
The cook may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we'll taste the barley-bree!
O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to see;
Three blyther hearts that lee-lang night
Ye wad na found in Christendie.
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!
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!
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!
Meaning of unusual words:
by my sooth=upon my word
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