M Lve, Shes But A Lassie Ye
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. e, draw a drap o' the best o't yet, e, 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.