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.