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 oer his manna,
Was naething to my hinny 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 Ill despise Imperial charms,
An Empress or Sultana,
While dying raptures in her arms
I give and take wi Anna!
Awa, thou flaunting God of Day!
Awa, thou pale Diana!
Ilk Star, gae hide thy twinkling ray,
When Im 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(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a;)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!
POSTSCRIPTThe Kirk an State may join an tell,
To do sic things I maunna:
The Kirk an State may gae to hell,
And Ill gae to my Anna.
She is the sunshine o my ee,
To live but her I canna;
Had I on earth but wishes three,
The first should be my Anna.
