Song—Heres To Thy Health
song—here's to thy health
tune—“laggan burn.”
here's to thy health, my bonie lass,
gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;
i'll come nae mair to thy bower-door,
to tell thee that i lo'e thee.
o dinna think, my pretty pink,
but i can live without thee:
i vow and swear i dinna care,
how lang ye look about ye.
thou'rt aye sae free informing me,
thou hast nae mind to marry;
i'll be as free informing thee,
nae time hae i to tarry:
i ken thy frien's try ilka means
frae wedlock to delay thee;
depending on some higher chance,
but fortune may betray thee.
i ken they scorn my low estate,
but that does never grieve me;
for i'm as free as any he;
sma' siller will relieve me.
i'll count my health my greatest wealth,
sae lang as i'll enjoy it;
i'll fear nae scant, i'll bode nae want,
as lang's i get employment.
but far off fowls hae feathers fair,
and, aye until ye try them,
tho' they seem fair, still have a care;
they may prove waur than i am.
but at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright,
my dear, i'll come and see thee;
for the man that loves his mistress weel,
nae travel makes him weary.