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.
Chorus:
We are na fou, we're [nae]1 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 mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mae we hope to be!
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 wyle us hame,
But by my sooth she'll wait a wee!
We are na fou, we're nae that fou...
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...
1 Haydn: "no"
Glossary
Maut = dry measure of malt
Lee lang = live-long
We are na fou = we are not drunk
Drappy = little drop
Bree = ale
Lift = sky
Wyle = entice
Loun = ragamuffin
Text Authorship:
- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Franz) Joseph Haydn (1732 - 1809), "The happy trio", Hob. XXXIa:243, JHW. XXXII/3 no. 260 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CZE Czech (Čeština) (Josef Václav Sládek) , "Veselá trojice"
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le joyeux trio", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 170
Ó Willie načal soudeček
a Rob i Allan byl tu hned,
v tu noc po celém křesťanstvu
žeť lepších brachů nevidět.
Nám žízeň hrdlo potrhá
a proto třeba pivo ctít,
i ať si kohout kokrhá
a den se dní, my budem pít!
My jsme tři hoši veselí,
tři statní hoši z Mokrovic,
my probili tak mnohou noc
a doufáme jich probít víc.
Hle, měsíček je vysoko,
já znám ten jeho bílý roh,
chce na mou čest nás domů vést,
to by si ještě počkat moh'.
Zván lotr buď a dareba,
kdo od korbele první vstal;
kdo poslední pad' pod židli,
ten trojice je naší král!
Nám žízeň hrdlo potrhá
a proto třeba pivo ctít,
i ať si kohout kokrhá
a den se dní, my budem pít!
Confirmed with BURNS, Robert. Výbor z písní a ballad, translated by Josef Václav Sládek, Praha: J. Otto, 1892.
Text Authorship:
- by Josef Václav Sládek (1845 - 1912), "Veselá trojice" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Scottish (Scots) by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- [ None yet in the database ]
Researcher for this page: Andrew Schneider [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-08-12
Line count: 24
Word count: 126