Lyrics - A Pint O Wine by Burns Robert

A
Pint o
Wine (
Robert
Burns)
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,
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Stars, withdrawn a',)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!
POSTSCRIPTThe
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.tune:
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