 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
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HERE'S A HEALTH
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—
And soft as their parting tear!
I
Altho' thou maun never be mine,Altho' even hope is denied,
'Tis sweeter for thee despairing
Than ought in the world beside,
Jessy—
Than ought in the world beside!
II
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—
For then I am lockt in thine arms!
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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—
And soft as their parting tear!
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