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 needs na say she'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 you 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'd the fiddler's wife;

　　he could na preach for thinkin o't.