My Love She's But A Lassie Yet
Robert Burns
My love she's but a lassie yet
Oh 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 need na say he's woo'd
But he may say he's bought her O
I rue the day I sought her O
I rue the day I sought her O
Wha gets her need na say he's woo'd
But he may say he's bought her O
My love she's but a lassie yet
Oh 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
We're all dry for the drinkin o't
We're all dry for the drinkin o't
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife
He could na preach for thinkin o't
We were all dry for the drinkin o't
We were all dry for the drinkin o't
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife
He could na preach for thinkin o't