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.
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We twa hae run about the braes,And pu'd the gowans fine.
Robert Burns’T was then we luvit ilk ither weel,’T was then we twa did part:Sweet time—sad time! twa bairns at scule—twa bairns and but ae heart.
william motherwell