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title: "My Love, She’s but a Lassie yet"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Song"
year: "1789"
location: "Ellisland"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/my-love-shes-but-a-lassie-yet/"
---

# My Love, She’s but a Lassie yet

## Song
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.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/my-love-shes-but-a-lassie-yet/