MY love, shes but a lassie yet,
My love, shes but a lassie yet;
Well let her stand a year or twa,
Shell 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 shes wood,
But he may say hes bought her, O.
Come, draw a drap o the best ot yet,
Come, draw a drap o the best ot yet,
Gae seek for pleasure whare you will,
But here I never missd it yet,
Were a dry wi drinkin ot,
Were a dry wi drinkin ot;
The minister kissd the fiddlers wife;
He could na preach for thinkin ot.
