Yestreen I had a pint o wine
A place where body saw na
Yestreen lay on this breast o mine
The gowden locks o Anna
The hungry Jew in wilderness
Rejoicing ower his manna
Was naethin tae my hiney bliss
Upon the lips o Anna
Ye monarchs tak the east and west
Frae Indus tae Savannah
Gie me within my straining grasp
The melting form o Anna
There I"ll despise Imperial charms
An Empress or Sultana
While dying raptures in her arms
I give and take wi Anna
Awa thou flattering God o day
Awa thou pale Diana
Ilk star gae hide thy twinkling ray
When I"m tae meet my Anna
Come in thy raven plumage night
Sun, moon and stars withdrawn aa
And bring an angel pen to write
My transports wi my Anna
