Tune - "Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut." I. O, Willie Brew'D A Peck O' Maut, And Rob And Allan Came To See: Three Blither Hearts, That Lee-Lang Night Ye Wad Na Find In Christendie. We Are Na Fou, We're No That Fou, But Just A Drappie In Our E'E; The Cock May Craw, The Day May Daw, And Aye We'll Taste The Barley Bree. Ii. 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! Iii. 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! Iv. Wha First Shall Rise To Gang Awa', A Cuckold, Coward Loon Is He! Wha Last Beside His Chair Shall Fa', He Is The King Amang Us Three! We Are Na Fou, We're No That Fou, But Just A Drappie In Our E'E; The Cock May Craw, The Day May Daw, And Aye We'll Taste The Barley Bree.