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.