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Robert Burns - Anna, Thy Charms
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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     (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a`)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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