We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu'd the gowans fine:

The trumpets sound, the banners fly,

The glittering spears are ranked ready; The shouts o' war are heard afar,

The battle closes thick and bloody; But it's not the roar o' sea or shore

Wad make me langer wish to tarry; Nor shouts o' war that's heard afarIt's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.

would

WILLIE BREWED A PECK O' MAUT.

O WILLIE brewed a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan cam to pree:
Three blither hearts that lee-lang night,
Ye wad na find 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 wile us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee !

malt

came, taste

live-long would not

tipsy

drop, eye

crow, dawn

many more

know

sky, so high

home

while