The Happy Trio
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.
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!
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!
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.