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.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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