Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
303 . SongThe Gowden Locks of Anna
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A place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o’ mine
The gowden locks of Anna.
Rejoicing o’er his manna, Was naething to my hinny bliss Upon the lips of Anna. Frae Indus to Savannah; Gie me, within my straining grasp, The melting form of Anna: An Empress or Sultana, While dying raptures in her arms I give and take wi’ Anna! Awa, thou pale Diana! Ilk Star, gae hide thy twinkling ray, When I’m to meet my Anna! (Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a’;) And bring an angel-pen to write My transports with my Anna! To do sic things I maunna: The Kirk an’ State may gae to hell, And I’ll gae to my Anna. To live but her I canna; Had I on earth but wishes three, The first should be my Anna.
The Kirk an’ State may join an’ tell,