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.

We are na fou’, we’re no 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,

And mony mae we hope to be!

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.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he!

Wha first beside his chair shall fa’,

He is the King among us three!