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 o'er his manna
Was naething to my hiney 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 I'll despise Imperial charms,
An empress or sultana,
While dying raptures in her arms,
I give an' take wi' Anna!
Awa, thou flaunting God of Day!
Awa, thou pale Diana!
Ilk star, gae hide thy twinkling ray,
When I'm 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(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a')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!
The Kirk an State may join, an tell
To do sic things I maunna:
The Kirk an State may gae to Hell,
And I'll gae to my Anna.
She is the sunshine o' my e'e,
To live but her I canna:
Had I on earth but wishes three,
The first should be my Anna.
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Comments1Just breezed through a beautiful piece by Robert Burns. Looved the emotion in "Ye Monarchs take the East and West Frae Indus to Savannah: Gie me within my straining grasp The melting form of Anna!", always makes you feel stuff, y'know? Makes you appreciate the simple beauty in love and companionship, so raw and sincere. Gotta admit, this dude could've swept anyone off their feet back in his day with words like that. Burns really knew how to make a humble pint o' wine and a gorgeous lass sound like a dang piece of heaven. Epic stuff, blown away as always.