My Love She's But A Lassie Yet


Chorus
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!
1.
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 has bought her, O.
2.
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 ye will,
But here I never missed it yet.
3.
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't,
We're a' dry wi' drinkin o't!
The minister kiss't the fiddler's wife -
He could na preach for thinkin o't!

My Love She Is But A Girl Yet


Chorus
My love, she is but a girl yet,
My love, she is but a girl yet!
We will let her stand a year or two,
She will not be half so saucy yet!

I rue the day I sought her, O!
I rue the day I sought her, O!
Who gets her need not say he is courted,
But he may say he has bought her, O.

Come draw a drop of the best of it yet,
Come draw a drop of the best of it yet!
Go seek for pleasure where you will,
But here I never missed it yet.

We are all dry with drinking of it,
We are all dry with drinking of it!
The minister kissed the fiddler's wife -
He could not preach for thinking of it!