the gowden locks of anna
yestreen i had a pint o' wine,
a pce where body saw na;
yestreen y on this breast o' mine
the gowden locks of anna.
the hungry jew in wilderness,
rejoig o'er his manna,
was hing to my hinny bliss
upon the lips of anna.
ye monarchs, take the east a
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 and take wi' anna!
awa, thou funting god of day!
The Gowden Locks Of Anna(1/2)