Robert Burns, 1796
|: 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.
3. I guess by the dear angel smile,
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