WILLIE BREWED A PECK O' MAUT. O WILLIE brewed a peck o' maut, We are na fou', we're nae that fou', 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 |