Here's to thy health my bonie lass

Here's to thy health, my bonie lass, Gudenight and joy be wi' thee: I'll come nae mair to thy bower-door, To tell thee that I loe 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 aye sae free informing me 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 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.


Midge Ure

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1780 and is read here by Midge Ure.

More about this song

Burns collected the song 'Here's to thy health my bonie lass' for inclusion in James Johnson's Scots Musical Museum where it was published in 1796.

Here a suitor trys to persuade his reluctant mistress to marry.

Pauline Mackay

Themes for this song

love woman marriage

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