A Health To Ane I Loe Dear

Robert Burns

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.

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