My Love She's But A Lassie Yet.

Tune - "Lady Bandinscoth's Reel."


I.

    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,
        Shell no be half so saucy yet.
    I rue the day I sought her, O;
        I rue the day I sought her, O;
    Wha gets her needs na say he's woo'd,
        But he may say he's bought her, O!

II.

    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 miss'd it yet.
    We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
        We're a' dry wi' drinking o't;
    The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
        An' could na preach for thinkin' o't.