O Willie brew’d a peck o’maut,
And Rob and Allen camto see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-langnight,
Ye wadnafound in Christendie.

Chorus.-We are na fou, we’re naethat fou,
Butjust a drappie in our ee;
The cockmay 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 maewe hope to be!
We are na fou, &c.

It is the moon, I kenher horn,
That’s blinkin’ in the liftsae hie;
She shines saebright to wyle us hame,
But, bymy sooth, she’ll wait a wee!
We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gangawa,
A cuckold, coward lounis he!
Whafirst beside his chair shall fa’,
He is the King amangus three.
We are nafou, &c.