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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.