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Willie Brew'd A Peck O' Maut

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

 

Willie Brew'd A Peck O' Maut

Chorus
We are na fou, we're nae that fou,
But just a drappie in our e'e!
The cock may craw, the day may daw,
And ay we'll taste the barley-bree!
1.
O, Willie brewed a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to prie.
Three blythe hearts that lee-lang night
Ye wad na found in Christendie.
2.
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!
3.
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!
4.
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!

 

Willie Brewed A Peck Of Malt

Chorus
We are not full (drunk), we are not that drunk,
But just a drop in our eye!
The cock may crow, the day may dawn,
And always we will taste the barley-brew!

O, Willie brewed a peck of malt,
And Rob and Allan came to taste.
Three blythe hearts that live-long night
You would not find in Christendom.

Here are we met three merry boys,
Three merry boys I believe are we;
And many a night we have merry been,
And many may we hope to be!

It is the moon, I know her horn,
That is shining in the sky so high:
She shines so bright to entice us home,
But, by my truth, she will wait a little!

Who first shall rise to go away,
A cuckold, coward rogue is he!
Who first beside his chair shall fall,
He is the King among us three!

 

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