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.