Here's To Thy Health, My Bonnie Lass.

Tune - "Laggan Burn."


I.

    Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass,
        Gude night, and joy be wi' thee;
    I'll come na 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.

II.

    Thou'rt ay sae free informing me
        Thou hast na mind to marry;
    I'll be as free informing thee
        Nae time hae I to tarry.
    I ken thy friends try ilka means,
        Frae wedlock to delay thee;
    Depending on some higher chance -
        But fortune may betray thee.

III.

    I ken they scorn my low estate,
        But that does never grieve me;
    But I'm as free as any he,
        Sma' siller will relieve me.
    I count my health my greatest wealth,
        Sae long as I'll enjoy it:
    I'll fear na scant, I'll bode nae want,
        As lang's I get employment.

IV.

    But far off fowls hae feathers fair,
        And ay 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 lo'es his mistress weel,
        Nae travel makes him weary.