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.