The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
There's mony a lass has broke my rest,
That for a blink I hae lo'ed best
But thou art queen within my breast,
For ever to remain.
HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY BONNIE
LASS.
BURNS.
Tune—Logan Burn.
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Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass
Gude nicht, and joy be wi' thee I
I'll come nae mair to thy bouir door.
To tell thee that I loe thee.
Oh 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
Thou hast nae 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.
I ken they scorn my low estate
But that does never grieve me
For I'm as free as ony he
Sraa' siller will relieve me.
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