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PECK O' MAUT (Robert Burns) O, Willie brew'd a peck o maut, And Rob and Alan cam to see. Three blyther hearts, that lee-lang night, Ye wad na found in Christendie. CHORUS We are na fou, we'fe nae that fou, But just a drappie in our e'e; The cock may craw, the day may daw, And ay we'll taste the barley bree. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys I trow are we; And monie a night we've merry been, And monie mare 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! @Scottish @drink tune: Willie brewed a peck o' maut (268) filename[ PECKMAUT TUNE FILE: PECKMAUT CLICK TO PLAY ARB  8note Sheet |
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