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.