a health to ane i loe dear
  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.