and mony mae we hope to be!
we are na fou, &c.
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, &c.
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, &c.