My love she's but a lassie yet


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 he'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 ye will, But here I never misst it yet. We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, We're a' dry wi' drinking o't: The minister kisst the fidler's wife, He could na preach for thinking o't.

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Simon Tait

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1790 and is read here by Simon Tait.

Themes for this song

sex

Selected for 27 April

A third of the contributions James Johnson received in April 1789 (sometimes dated a year later) came from the man who was in reality the editor of the song collections that were released - with Burns's approval - under Johnson’s name. Like the lass herself, a 'saucy' song full of colour and humour. Who could possibly blame the minister's wife for getting a little bit carried away...?

Donny O'Rourke

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