Love, She's But A Lassie Yet
My Love, She's but a Lassie Yet
love, she's but a lassie yet,
We'll let her stand a year or twa,
She'll no be half sae saucy yet;
I rue the day I sought her, O!
Wha gets her needs na say she's woo'd,
But he may say he's bought her, O.
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet,
Gae seek for pleasure whare you will,
But here I never miss'd it yet,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't,
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife;
He could na preach for thinkin o't.
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