Yestreen I had a pint o’ wine – Song

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.--------

2
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 and take with Anna!!!

3
Awa, thou flaunting god o’ 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Sun, moon and stars withdrawn a';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 and state may join and tell;
To do sic things I manna:
The kirk and state may gae to hell,
And I shall gae to 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.