Willie Brewed a Peck O' Maut
Merry Revelry: Exploring the Spirited Tale in 'Willie Brewed a Peck O' Maut'
Lyrics
Oh Willie brewed a peck o' maut and Rab and Allen came to prie
Willie brewed a quantity of malt, and Rab and Allen came to sample it
Three blyther lads that lee-lang nicht ya wadna found in Christendie
Three cheerful lads that you wouldn't find anywhere else in Christendom
For we are no fou' we're nae that fou' but just a drappie in oor e'e
We are not drunk; we are just a bit tipsy with a drop in our eye
The cock may craw and the day may daw but aye we'll taste the barleybree
The rooster may crow, and the day may dawn, but we will always enjoy the barley-based spirits
Here are we met three merry boys three merry boys I trow are we
Here we are, three joyful boys, truly we are
And many's the nicht we've merry been and many's the mae we hope to be
We've had many merry nights, and we hope to have many more
For we are no fou' we're nae that fou' but just a drappie in oor e'e
We are not drunk; we are just a bit tipsy with a drop in our eye
The cock may craw and the day may daw but aye we'll taste the barleybree
The rooster may crow, and the day may dawn, but we will always enjoy the barley-based spirits
It is the moon I ken her horn that's blinkin' in the lift sae hie
The speaker recognizes the moon by its crescent, shining high in the sky
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame but by ma sooth she'll wait a wee
The moon, though bright, may tempt us to go home, but it will have to wait a while
For we are no fou' we're nae that fou' but just a drappie in oor e'e
We are not drunk; we are just a bit tipsy with a drop in our eye
The cock may craw and the day may daw but aye we'll taste the barleybree
The rooster may crow, and the day may dawn, but we will always enjoy the barley-based spirits
Wha first shall rise to gang awa' a cuckold coward loun is he
Whoever rises first to leave is a cowardly cuckold
Wha first beside his chair shall fa' he is the king amang us three
Whoever falls first beside his chair is considered the king among the three
For we are no fou' we're nae that fou' but just a drappie in oor e'e
We are not drunk; we are just a bit tipsy with a drop in our eye
The cock may craw and the day may daw but aye we'll taste the barleybree
The rooster may crow, and the day may dawn, but we will always enjoy the barley-based spirits
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