Song-Willie Brew'd A Peck O' Maut [1]

      O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,      And Rob and Allen cam to see;      Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night,      Ye wadna found in Christendie.       Chorus.-We are na fou, we're nae 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!      We are na fou, &c.       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!      We are na fou, &c.       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, &c. 

Willie is Nicol, Allan is Masterton the writing- master. The scene is between Moffat and the head of the Loch of the Lowes. Date, August-September, 1789.-Lang.