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WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT
Robert Burns wrote this song in 1789 to commemorate a very drunken night in the company of two of his friends – William Nicol and Allan Masterton - after they met up in the town of Moffat.
“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.
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!
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!
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, 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.”
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