My Love, She's But A Lassie Yet

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 need na say he's woo'd, But he may say he has 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 miss'd it yet. 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!