Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

554 . Song—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 welcome 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.