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O Willie brew'd a peck of maut,
 * And Rab and Allan cam to prie;

Three blyther lads that lee lang night,
 * Ye wadna fand in Christendie.


 * We are na fou, we're na that fou,
 * But just a wee drap in our ee;
 * The cock may craw the day maydaw
 * But ay we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys,
 * Three merry boys I trow are we;

And mony a canty night we've seen,
 * And many mae we hope to see.
 * We are na fou, &c.

It is the moon, I ken her horn,
 * That's blinkie 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 loop is he!