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.