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 Come, in thy raven plumage, Night (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a`,) And bring an Angel-pen to write My transports with my Anna! POSTSCRIPT The 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: Banks of Banna (320) filename[ PINTWINE play.exe PINTWINE ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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