64. My Love She’s But A Lassie Yet

Chanson traditionnelle, Ecosse. Texte par Robert Burns (1789), mélodie traditionnelle.

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My love she's but a lassie yet,
Oh 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.

1.
|: I rue the day I sought her, o !
I rue the day I sought her, o !
Wha gets her need na say she's woo'd,
But he may say he's bought her, o ! :|

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2.
|: Come draw a drop o' the best o't yet,
Come draw a drop o' the best o't yet,
Seek for pleasure where you will,
But here I never missed it yet. :|

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3.
|: We're all dry wi' drinkin' o't
We're all dry wi' drinkin' o't
The minister kiss'd the fiddler's wife
He could na preach for thinking o't ! :|

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