
Willie brews a peck of malt, and Rob and Allen join him for a night of drinking and cheer. The three companions declare themselves exceptionally happy, insisting that they are not truly drunk but merely have a little drink in their eyes, and that they will continue tasting the barley brew through the cock’s crow and the coming daylight. They celebrate their friendship and remember the many merry nights they have already shared, hoping for many more. Although the moon shines high and seems to invite them home, they decide it can wait. Their revelry becomes a playful contest: whoever first leaves is branded a cuckold and coward, while whoever first falls beside his chair will be king among the three.
By Robert Burns · First published 1790 · Genre: Drinking song, Lyric poetry, Scottish vernacular poetry · 296 words
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.
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.
Scottish vernacular poetry · drinking song · convivial lyric · male friendship · companionship · ale and malt · barley brew · nighttime revelry · drunkenness · comic denial of drunkenness · toasting · merry company
Willie Brew'D a Peck o' Maut is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1790 CE.
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