Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear, 
Here's a health to one I lo'e dear,
Thou are sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet;
And soft as their parting tears.
Altho thou maun never be mine,
Altho even hope is denied,
'Tis sweeter for thee despairing,
Than aught in the world beside, Jessie.

I mourn through the gay gaudy day
As hopeless I muse on thy charms,
But welcome the dream 'o sweet slumer, ane.
For then I am lockt in thy arms.
I guess by the dear angel smile
I guess by the loverolling e'e.
But why urge thetender confession,
'Gainst fortunes fell cruel decree, Jessie.