The happy trio

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,

And Rob and Allan cam to see;

Three blyther hearts, that lee lang night,

Ye wad na found in Christendie.

Chorus:

We are na fou, we're nae that fou,

But just a drappie in our e'e;

The cock may craw, the day may daw,

And ay 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, we're nae that fou...

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, we're nae that fou...

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...