song—here's to thy health
tune—“ggan burn.”
here's to thy health, my bonie ss,
gude nicht and joy be wi' thee;
i'll e nae mair to thy bower-door,
to tell thee that i lo'e thee.
o dinna think, my pretty pink,
but i live without thee:
i vow and swear i dinna care,
how ng ye look about ye.
thou'rt aye sae free inf me,
thou hast nae mind to marry;
i'll be as free inf thee,
ime hae i to tarry:
i ken thy frien's try ilka means
frae wedlock to dey thee;
depending on some higher ce,
but fortune may betray thee.
i ken they sy low estate,
but that does never grieve me;
for i'm as free as any he;
sma' siller will relieve me.
i'll t my health my greatest wealth,
sae ng as i'll enjoy it;
i'll fear nae st, i'll bode nae want,
as ng'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 e ahee;
for the man that loves his mistress weel,
ravel makes him weary.