ChorusHeres a health to ane I loe dear,
Heres a health to ane I loe dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tearJessy.
ALTHO thou maun never be mine,
Altho even hope is denied;
Tis sweeter for thee despairing,
Than ought in the world besideJessy.
Heres 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 armsJessy.
Heres a health, &c.
I guess by the dear angel smile,
I guess by the love-rolling ee;
But why urge the tender confession,
Gainst Fortunes fell, cruel decree?Jessy.
Heres a health, &c.