My Love, Shes But A Lassie Yet

    my love, she's but a lassie yet

    my love, she's but a lassie yet,

    my 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!

    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,

    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,

    we're a' dry wi' drinkin o't;

    the minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife;

    he could na preach for thinkin o't.