The Barley Bree

Here are we met, a very merry set,
And a jovial set of boys are we
And we’ll’ drink and sing and mak the tavern ring,
Owre a we drap o’ the barley bree.

Chorus—
Sae we’ill no get fou,
We’ill no get fou,
For that wad spoil a’ the spree;
Sae we’ill tak a we drap,
And hae a social crack,
Owre a we drap o’ the barley bree.

And as we’ve a met thagether to hae a spree,
I houp nane o’ us will disagree.
By getting owre fou, until we spu,
By taking owre muckle o’ the barley bree.