O, Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, malt
And Rob and Allan cam to see;
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, live-long
Ye wad na found in Christendie. would not have, Christendom
We are na fou', we're nae that fou, drunk
But just a drappie in our e'e; droplet
The cock may craw, the day may daw, crow, dawn
And aye we'll taste the barley-bree. brew
Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys, I trow, are we;