Peck o` Maut (Robert Burns) O, Willie brew`d a peck o maut, And Rob and Alan cam to see. Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wad na found in Christendie. CHORUS We are na fou, we`fe 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. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we; And monie a night we`ve merry been, And monie mare 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! tune: Willie brewed a peck o` maut (268) filename[ PECKMAUT play.exe PECKMAUT ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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