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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.
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.