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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, | 5 |
| But I can live without thee: | |
| I vow and swear I dinna care, | |
| How lang ye look about ye. | |
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| Thou’rt aye sae free informing me, | |
| Thou hast nae mind to marry; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| But fortune may betray thee. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| 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. | |
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| But far off fowls hae feathers fair, | 25 |
| 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; | 30 |
| For the man that loves his mistress weel, | |
| Nae travel makes him weary. | |
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