a health to ane i loe dear

  chorus—here's a health to ane i loe dear,

  here's a health to ane i loe dear;

  thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,

  and soft as their parting tear—jessy.

  altho' thou maun never be mine,

  altho' even hope is denied;

  'tis sweeter for thee despairing,

  than ought in the world beside—jessy.

  here's a health, &c.

  i mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,

  as hopeless i muse on thy charms;

  but wee the dream o' sweet slumber,

  for then i am lockt in thine arms—jessy.

  here's a health, &c.

  i guess by the dear angel smile,

  i guess by the love-rolling e'e;

  but why urge the tender confession,

  'gainst fortune's fell, cruel decree?—jessy.

  here's a health, &c.