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.