Here's A Health To Ane I Lo'e Dear
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tear - Jessy.
Although thou maun never be mine,
Although even hope is denied;
'Tis sweeter for thee despairing,
Than aught in the warld beside - Jessy.
I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,
As, hopeless, I muse on thy charms;
But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber,
For then I am lockt in thy arms - Jessy.