Paroles de Gowden Locks O Anna

Yestreen I had a pint o wine A place where body saw na Yestreen lay on this breast o mine The gowden locks o Anna The hungry Jew in wilderness Rejoicing ower his manna Was naethin tae my hiney bliss Upon the lips o Anna Ye monarchs tak the east and west Frae Indus tae Savannah Gie me within my straining grasp The melting form o Anna There I"ll despise Imperial charms An Empress or Sultana While dying raptures in her arms I give and take wi Anna Awa thou flattering God o day Awa thou pale Diana Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray When I"m tae meet my Anna Come in thy raven plumage night Sun, moon and stars withdrawn aa And bring an angel pen to write My transports wi my Anna