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Robert Burns - Here`s To Thy Health
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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.
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