Here's tae Rabbie!!

A wee poem, seeing as it's Burns Night.... I like this one...

HERE'S TO THY HEALTH

Here's to thy health, my bonnie 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,
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 tae tarry:
I ken thy friens 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, aye until ye try them,
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care:
They may prove as bad as I am.
But 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...................