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.