Yestreen I had a pinto’ wine,
A place where bodysawna;
Yestreenlay on this breast o’ mine
The gowden locks of Anna.

The hungry Jew in wilderness,
Rejoicing o’er his manna,
Was naethingto my hinny bliss
Upon the lips of Anna.

Ye monarchs, take the East and West
FraeIndus to Savannah;
Gieme, within my straining grasp,
The melting form of Anna:

There I’ll despise Imperial charms,
An Empress orSultana,
While dying raptures in her arms
I give and take wi’Anna!

Awa, thou flaunting God of Day!
Awa, thou pale Diana!
IlkStar, 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(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a’;)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 anangel-pen to write
My transports with my Anna!


The Kirk an’ State may join an’ tell,
To do sicthings I maunna:
The Kirkan’State may gae to hell,
And I’ll gaeto my Anna.

She is the sunshine o’my e’e,
To live but her I canna;
Had I on earth butwishes three,
The first should be my Anna.