Here's to they health, my bonie lass,
   Gude night 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 ay sae free informing me,
   Thou hast nae mind to marry ;
I'll be as free informing thee,
   nae time hae to tarry :
I ken thy freens 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, ay until ye try them,
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care ;
   They may prove as bad as 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.

Robert Burns

Taken from "The Poetical works of Robert Burns" (London & Glasgow Collins' Clear-Type Press)
with the inscription "This Volume is Dedicated by kind permission to the
Greenock Burns Club (instituted 1802) The oldest Burns club in existence."

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