robert burns 



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! 

Wha gets her needs na say she's woo'd, 

But he may say he's bought her, O. 



2. 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.