HERE 's a health to ane I lo’e dear,
Here 's a health to ane I lo’e dear;
Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet,
And soft as their parting tear Jessy.
Although thou maun never be mine,
Although 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 thy arms--------Jessy.
Here 's a health &c.
Draft 3
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--------