Burns' Popular Songs/My love she's but a lassie yet
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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 he needs na say she's wooed.
But he may say he's bought her, O!
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 he needs na say she's wooed.
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 where ye will,
But here I never missed it yet.
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife,
And could na preach for thinking o't.
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Gae seek for pleasure where ye will,
But here I never missed it yet.
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife,
And could na preach for thinking o't.