| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | My Love She’s but a Lassie Yet | | By James Hogg (1770–1835) |
| | | MY love she’s but a lassie yet, | |
| A lightsome lovely lassie yet; | |
| It scarce wad do | |
| To sit and woo | |
| Down by the stream sae glassy yet. | 5 |
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| But there’s a braw time coming yet, | |
| When we may gang a roaming yet; | |
| An’ hint wi’ glee | |
| O’ joys to be, | |
| When fa’s the modest gloaming yet. | 10 |
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| She’s neither proud nor saucy yet, | |
| She’s neither plump nor gaucy yet; | |
| But just a jinking, | |
| Bonny blinking, | |
| Hilty-skilty lassie yet. | 15 |
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| But O her artless smile’s mair sweet, | |
| Than hinny or than marmalete; | |
| An’ right or wrang, | |
| Ere it be lang, | |
| I’ll bring her to a parley yet. | 20 |
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| I’m jealous o’ what blesses her, | |
| The very breeze that kisses her, | |
| The flowery beds | |
| On which she treads, | |
| Though wae for ane that misses her. | 25 |
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| Then O to meet my lassie yet, | |
| Up in yon glen sae grassy yet; | |
| For all I see | |
| Are nought to me, | |
| Save her that’s but a lassie yet. | 30 | | | |
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