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.