by James Hogg (1770 - 1835)
My love she's but a lassie yet
Language: English
My love she's but a lassie yet, A lightsome lovely lassie yet; It scarce wad do To sit an' woo Down by the stream sae glassy yet. But there's a braw time coming yet, When we may gang a-roaming yet; An' hint wi' glee O' joys to be, When fa's the modest gloaming yet. She's neither proud nor saucy yet, She's neither plump nor gaucy yet ; But just a jinking, Bonny blinking, Hilty-skilty lassie yet. But O her artless smile's mair sweet Than hinny or than marmalete ; An' right or wrang, Ere it be lang, I'll bring her to a parley yet. I'm jealous o' what blesses her, The very breeze that kisses her, The flowery beds On which she treads, Though wae for ane that misses her. Then O to meet my lassie yet, Up in yon glen sae grassy yet; For all I see Are nought to me, Save her that's but a lassie yet!
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- by James Hogg (1770 - 1835), "My love she's but a lassie yet" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Cyril Meir Scott (1879 - 1970), "She's but a lassie yet", published 1908 [voice and piano], London: Elkin [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-05-02
Line count: 30
Word count: 159