LITTLE Anna, young and fair, <br /> How with heart a-dancing, <br />I descry her image rare, <br /> O'er the footway glancing; <br />Ah, those locks of dusky hue, <br /> Ah, those eyes that twinkle, <br />Now I laugh their sheen to view, <br /> Now my tears down trinkle. <br /> <br /> Chorus—Well-a-way, night and day, <br /> I must sigh nor can a <br /> Youth once view her charms, nor <br /> rue <br /> The peerless charms of Anna! <br /> <br />When I see her bonny blink, <br /> I'm upraised to heaven; <br />When upon her ways I think, <br /> From myself I'm driven <br />Not a bit of use am I, <br /> Save with arms a-kimbo, <br />Thus to sit and thus to sigh, <br /> A very wretch in limbo. <br /> <br /> Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. <br /> <br />Up, from tossing, to and fro, <br /> Bite or sup unheeded, <br />Up from bed to work I go, <br /> Long before 'tis needed; <br />But a-pit, love a-smit, <br /> Do all I can do, now, <br />Still a-wry the pick will fly, <br /> And no coal will hew, now. <br /> <br /> Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. <br /> <br />Can it be her voice I hear, <br /> When my pick is swinging? <br />When her tongue attracts the ear <br /> Golden bells are ringing; <br />Do I dream? or isn't her e'en <br /> Yonder nook adorning? <br />Blacker than the coal, their sheen <br /> Mocks the coal a burning! <br /> <br /> Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. <br /> <br />Ah those locks and ah, those eyes, <br /> Ah, the rest they've broken; <br />But in vain their victim tries? <br /> Love can ne'er be spoken; <br />Man may fathom ocean—say <br /> The reason of its motion; <br />But love's magic never! nay <br /> 'Tis deeper than the ocean. <br /> <br /> Chorus—Well-a-way, etc,<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-anna-2/
