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MY LOTE SHE'S BUT A LASSIE YET.
IVIy love she's but a lassie yetj
My love she's but a lassie yet.
We'll let her stand a year or twa.
She'll no be half sac 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 voo'd.
But he may say he's bought her, O,
Come draw a drap o' the best.o't yet.
Come di'aw a dvap 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 thinkin oX
UP IN THE AIR.
^By Rasisay.]
x^ow the sun's gane out o' sight.
Beet the ingle, and snuff the light;
In glens the &iries skip and dance.
And witches wallop o'er to France,
Up in the air.
On my bonny gray mare.
And I see her yet, and I sec.hei' yet.
Up in J &c.

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