Altho’ thou maun never be mine,
Altho’ even hope is denied;
’Tis sweeter for thee despairing,
Than ought in the world beside—Jessy.
Here’s a health, &c.
I mourn thro’ the gay, gaudy day,
As hopeless I muse on thy charms;
But welcome the dream o’ sweet slumber,
For then I am lockt in thine arms—Jessy.
Here’s a health, &c.
I guess by the dear angel smile,
I guess by the love-rolling e’e;
But why urge the tender confession,
’Gainst Fortune’s fell, cruel decree?—Jessy.
Here’s a health, &c.