O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, 
And Rob and Allen cam to see; 
Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, 
Ye wadna found in Christendie. 

We are na fou, we're nae that fou, 
But just a drappie in our ee; 
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 amang us three. 

We are na fou, we're nae that fou, 
But just a drappie in our ee; 
The cock may craw, the day may daw 
And aye we'll taste the barley bree.