Four Popular Songs (3)/The gowden locks o' Anna
The gowden locks o' Anna.
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,a place where body saw na;Yestreen lay on this breast o' minethe gowden locks o' Anna.The hungry Jew in wildernessRejoicing o'er his manna,Was naething to my hinny blissupon the lips o' Anna.
Ye monarchs tak the east and west,frae Indus to Savanah!Gie me within my straining graspthe melting form o' Anna.There I'll despise imperial charms,an Empress or Sultana, While dying raptures in her arms,I give and take with Anna.
Awa thou flaunting god a' day,awa thou pale Dianna,Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling raywhen I'm to meet my Anna,Come, in thy raven plumage night,Sun moon withdrawn a';And bring an angel pen to writemy transports wi' my Anna.