Robert Burns, 1789
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.
2. Here are we met, three merry boys,
3. 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!
4. Wha first shall rise to gang awa,
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