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 one I lo'e dear,

Thou are sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet;

And soft as their parting tears.

Altho thou maun never be mine,

Altho even hope is denied,

'Tis sweeter for thee despairing,

Than aught in the world beside, Jessie.

I mourn through the gay gaudy day

As hopeless I muse on thy charms,

But welcome the dream 'o sweet slumer, ane.

For then I am lockt in thy arms.

I guess by the dear angel smile

I guess by the loverolling e'e.

But why urge thetender confession,

'Gainst fortunes fell cruel decree, Jessie.