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.