by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
My love she 's but a lassie yet
Language: Scottish (Scots)
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 he '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 ye will, But here I never misst it yet. - We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, We're a' dry wi' drinking o't: The minister kisst the fidler's wife, He could na preach for thinkin o't. -
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- by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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