Here’s To Thy Health

Here’s to thy health, my bonielass,
Gudenicht and joy be wi’thee;
I’ll come nae mairto 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 dinnacare,
How lang ye look about ye.

Thou’rt aye sae free informing me,
Thou hast nae mindto marry;
I’ll be as free informing thee,
Nae time hae I to tarry:
I ken thy frien’s try ilka means
Fraewedlock to delay thee;
Depending on some higher chance,
But fortune may betray thee.

I kenthey scorn my lowestate,
But that does never grieve me;
For I’m as free as any he;
Sma’sillerwill relieve me.
I’ll count my health my greatest wealth,
Saelangas I’ll enjoy it;
I’ll fear nae scant, I’ll bodenae want,
As lang’s I getemployment.

But far off fowls haefeathers fair,
And, aye until ye try them,
Tho’ they seem fair, still have a care;
They may prove waurthan I am.
Butat twal’ at night, when the moon shines bright,
My dear, I’ll come and see thee;
For the man that loves his mistress weel,
Naetravel makes him weary.