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My Love She's But A Lassie Yet.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "Lady Bandinscoth's Reel." 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.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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