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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. | |
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| The hungry Jew in wilderness, | 5 |
| Rejoicing o’er his manna, | |
| Was naething to my hinny bliss | |
| Upon the lips of Anna. | |
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| Ye monarchs, take the East and West | |
| Frae Indus to Savannah; | 10 |
| Gie me, within my straining grasp, | |
| The melting form of Anna: | |
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| There I’ll despise Imperial charms, | |
| An Empress or Sultana, | |
| While dying raptures in her arms | 15 |
| I give and take wi’ Anna! | |
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| Awa, thou flaunting God of Day! | |
| Awa, thou pale Diana! | |
| Ilk Star, gae hide thy twinkling ray, | |
| When I’m to meet my Anna! | 20 |
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| Come, in thy raven plumage, Night, | |
| (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a’;) | |
| And bring an angel-pen to write | |
| My transports with my Anna! | |
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POSTSCRIPT
The Kirk an’ State may join an’ tell, | 25 |
| To do sic things I maunna: | |
| The Kirk an’ State may gae to hell, | |
| And I’ll gae to my Anna. | |
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| She is the sunshine o’ my e’e, | |
| To live but her I canna; | 30 |
| Had I on earth but wishes three, | |
| The first should be my Anna. | |
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