Song—Willie Brew’d a Peck O’ Maut^1
O Willie brew’d a peck o’ maut,And Rob and Allen cam to see;Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,Ye wadna found in Christendie.
Chorus.—We are na fou, we’re nae that fou,But just a drappie in our ee;The cock may craw, the day may dawAnd aye 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!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.
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.
Willie is Nicol, Allan is Masterton the writing— master. The scene is between Moffat and the head of the Loch of the Lowes. Date, August—September, 1789.—Lang. ↩