Robert Burns - My Love, She's But A La**ie Yet lyrics

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Robert Burns - My Love, She's But A La**ie Yet lyrics

My love, she's but a la**ie yet, My love, she's but a la**ie 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.