Altho' thou maun never be mine

CHORUS.Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear,Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear;Thou art as 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 aught 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 thy arms—Jessy!Here's a health, &c.

I guess by the dear angel smile,I guess by the love-rolling ee;But why urge the tender confession'Gainst fortune's fell cruel decree—Jessy!Here's a health, &c.