LXX.
Reading edition
MY LOVE SHE’S BUT A LASSIE YET.
Tune—“Lady Bandinscoth’s Reel.”
[These verses had their origin in an olden strain, equally lively and less delicate: some of the old lines keep their place: the title is old. Both words and all are in the Musical Museum.]
I.
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, Shell no be half so 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!
II.
Come, draw a drap o’ the best o’t yet; Come, draw a drap o’ the best o’t yet; Gae seek for pleasure where ye will, But here I never miss’d it yet. We’re a’ dry wi’ drinking o’t; We’re a’ dry wi’ drinking o’t; The minister kiss’d the fiddler’s wife, An’ could na preach for thinkin’ o’t.