YESTREEN I had a pint o' wine, <br />A place where body saw na; <br />Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine <br />The gowden locks of Anna. <br /> <br /> <br />The hungry Jew in wilderness, <br />Rejoicing o'er his manna, <br />Was naething to my hinny bliss <br />Upon the lips of Anna. <br /> <br /> <br />Ye monarchs, take the East and West <br />Frae Indus to Savannah; <br />Gie me, within my straining grasp, <br />The melting form of Anna: <br /> <br /> <br />There I'll despise Imperial charms, <br />An Empress or Sultana, <br />While dying raptures in her arms <br />I give and take wi' Anna! <br /> <br /> <br />Awa, thou flaunting God of Day! <br />Awa, thou pale Diana! <br />Ilk Star, gae hide thy twinkling ray, <br />When I'm to meet my Anna! <br /> <br /> <br />Come, in thy raven plumage, Night, <br />(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a';) <br />And bring an angel-pen to write <br />My transports with my Anna! <br /> <br /> <br />POSTSCRIPTThe Kirk an' State may join an' tell, <br />To do sic things I maunna: <br />The Kirk an' State may gae to hell, <br />And I'll gae to my Anna. <br /> <br /> <br />She is the sunshine o' my e'e, <br />To live but her I canna; <br />Had I on earth but wishes three, <br />The first should be my Anna.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gowden-locks-of-anna/
