Song (Here's a health to thee, Mary...)


 * Here’s a health to thee, Jessy
 * Burns

Here's a health to thee, Mary, Here's a health to thee; The drinkers are gone, And I am alone, To think of home and thee, Mary.

There are some who may shine o'er thee, Mary, And many as frank and free, And a few as fair, But the summer air Is not more sweet to me, Mary.

I have thought of thy last low sigh, Mary, And thy dimm'd and gentle eye; And I've called on thy name When the night winds came, And heard my heart reply, Mary.

Be thou but true to me, Mary, And I'll be true to thee; And at set of sun, When my task is done, Вe sure that I'm ever with thee, Mary.

Из Barry Cornwall (Пью за здравие Мери — Корнуолл/Пушкин)