A Health To Ane I Loe Dear |
Robert Burns, 1796
Chorus: |: 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, | 2. 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. Chorus:
3. I guess by the dear angel smile, |