Anna, Thy Charms
Yestreen
I
had
a
pint
o'
wine,
A
place
where
body
saw
na;
Yestreen
lay
on
this
breast
o'
mine
The
gowden
locks
of
Anna.
The
hungry
Jew
in
wilderness
Rejoicing
o'er
his
manna
Was
naething
to
my
hiney
bliss
Upon
the
lips
of
Anna.
Ye
Monarchs
take
the
East
and
West
Frae
Indus
to
Savannah:
Gie
me
within
my
straining
grasp
The
melting
form
of
Anna!
There
I'll
despise
Imperial
charms,
An
empress
or
sultana,
While
dying
raptures
in
her
arms,
I
give
an'
take
wi'
Anna!
Awa,
thou
flaunting
God
of
Day!
Awa,
thou
pale
Diana!
Ilk
star,
gae
hide
thy
twinkling
ray,
When
I'm
to
meet
my
Anna!
Come,
in
thy
raven
plumage,
Night
(Sun,
Moon,
and
Stars,
withdrawn
a')
And
bring
an
Angel-pen
to
write
My
transports
with
my
Anna!
The
Kirk
an
State
may
join,
an
tell
To
do
sic
things
I
maunna:
The
Kirk
an
State
may
gae
to
Hell,
And
I'll
gae
to
my
Anna.
She
is
the
sunshine
o'
my
e'e,
To
live
but
her
I
canna:
Had
I
on
earth
but
wishes
three,
The
first
should
be
my
Anna.
