Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonie lassie.

-Burns, Robert
  'My Bonie Mary', stanza1.

O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Till a'the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: O I will love thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run.

-Burns, Robert
  'A red, red rose'.

Adieu,Farewell, itcame witha lass, it will passwith a lass.

-JamesV
  Said on his deathbed,14 Dec, on hearing of the birth of his daughter Mary, referring to the Crown of Scotland passing from the Stewarts. Quoted in Robert Lindsay of Pitscottie (c.1532^1580)  The Historie and Cronicles of Scotland (published 1728), vol.1.

When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green; And every goose a swan, lad, And every lass a queen; Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away: Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.

-Kingsley, Charles
  Song. The Water Babies, ch.2.

I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousled hair Singin'till a bairnie That was nae langer there.

-Grieve
  Penny  Wheep,'Empty Vessel', stanza1.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean; And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lassö I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for a glass!

-Sheridan, Richard Brinsley
  Song.The School for Scandal, act 3, sc.3.

Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass!

-Wordsworth,William
^5  'The Solitary Reaper', l.1^4 (published1807).