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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 he half sae sauey yet.
rue the day I sought her, O,
rue the day I sought her, O!
Wha gets her needs na say he's wood,
But he may say he's bought her, O.
The deil's got in our lasses now;
The deil's got in our lasses now;
When ane wad trow they scarce ken wlat,
Gude faith! they make us asses now
She was see sour and dorty, O,
She was sae sour and dorty, O,
Whene'er I spake, she turn'a her back,
And sneer'd---Ye're mair than forty, O,
Sae slee she look'd and pawky too!
Sae slee she look'd and pawky too!
Tho' 'cross a field I gaed to woo,
I'm hame come back a gawky now!
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 swear he's bought her, O.
