The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/The gowden Locks of Anna
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THE GOWDEN LOCKS OF ANNA.
TUNE—'BANKS OF BANNA.'
Yestreen I had a pint o' wine,A place where body saw na';Yestreen lay on this breast o' mineThe gowden locks of Anna.The hungry Jew in wildernessRejoicing o'er his manna,Was naething to my hinny blissUpon the lips of Anna.
Ye monarchs, tak the east and west,Frae Indus to Savannah !Gie me within my straining graspThe melting form of 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 o' day!Awa, thou pale Diana!Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling rayWhen I'm to meet my Anna.Come, in thy raven plumage, night,Sun, moon, and stars withdrawn a';And bring an angel pen to writeMy transports wi' my Anna!
POSTSCRIPT.The kirk and state may join, and tellTo do such things I mauna:The kirk and state may gae to hell,And I'll 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.