The Book of Scottish Song/My love is but a lassie
My love is but a lassie.
[This is an old song, which received some touches from Burns for Johnson's Museum. Mr. Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe says that the old title of the air was "Put up your dagger, Jamie." The words to this are in "Vox Borealis, or the Northern Discovery," 1641.
"Put up thy dagger, Jamie,
And all thing shall be mended;
Bishops shall fall, no, not at all,
When the parliament is ended.
"Which never was intended
But only for to flame thee,
We've gotten the game,
We'll keep the same,—
Put up thy dagger, Jamie."
The tune was also in former times used as a dancing-tune, and called "Lady Badinscoth's Reel."]
My love, she's but a lassie yet;
My love, she's but a lassie yet;
I'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, needna 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 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,
And couldna preach for thinking o't.