Anna

Robert Burns

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     (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a')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.

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