Poem by Robert Burns

Willie Brewed

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.

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 mony a night we’ve merry been,
  	And mony 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 among us three!

1. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Gala Water
5. Stay My Charmer

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