Musical garland/My love she's but a lassie yet

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see 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 her need na say he'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 ye will,
But here I never mist it yet.

We'er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o't,
We‘er a‘ dry wi‘ drinking o‘t;
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
He couldna preach for thinkin o't.