And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be! more
It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin' in the lift sae hie; shining, sky, high
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, entice
But, by my sooth! she'll wait a wee.
Wha first shall rise to gang awa, go
A cuckold, coward loun is he! rascal
Wha first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the King amang us three!