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.