Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 554. Song—A Health to ane I loe dear |
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| 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. | |
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| ALTHO’ thou maun never be mine, | 5 |
| Altho’ even hope is denied; | |
| ’Tis sweeter for thee despairing, | |
| Than ought in the world beside—Jessy. | |
| Here’s a health, &c. | |
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| I mourn thro’ the gay, gaudy day, | 10 |
| 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. | |
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| I guess by the dear angel smile, | 15 |
| 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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