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.