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 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,