S there for honest poverty That hangs his head and a' that? Our toils obscure and a' that: The man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Gi'e fools their silks an' knaves their wine,- For a' that and a' that, Their tinsel show and a' that; The honest man, though e'er sae poor, E fond kiss, and then we sever; I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,-- We had ne'er been broken-hearted. 26 ALTHOUGH THOU MAUN NEVER BE MINE. Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest ; Deep in heart-wrung tears I pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Although thou maun never be mine. ERE'S a health to ane I lo'e dear, Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear-Jessy! Although thou maun never be mine, Although even hope is denied; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside-Jessy! I mourn through the gay, gaudy day, I guess by the dear angel smile, I guess by the love-rolling ee; But why urge the tender confession 'Gainst Fortune's fell cruel decree-Jessy! |