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The day comes to me but delight brings me nane,
The night comes to me but my rest it is gane,
I wander my lane like a night troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast.
The night comes to me but my rest it is gane,
I wander my lane like a night troubled ghaist,
And I sigh as my heart it wad burst in my breast.
O, had she but been of lower degree
I then might have hoped she would smile upon me!
O how past describing had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express.
I then might have hoped she would smile upon me!
O how past describing had then been my bliss,
As now my distraction no words can express.
The gowden locks o' Anna.
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 o'er his manna,
Was naething to my hinny bliss
upon the lips o' Anna.
a place where body saw na;
Yestreen lay on this breast o' mine
the gowden locks o' Anna.
The hungry Jew in wilderness
Rejoicing o'er his manna,
Was naething to my hinny bliss
upon the lips o' Anna.
Ye monarchs tak the east and west,
frae Indus to Savanah!
Gie me within my straining grasp
the melting form o' Anna.
There I'll despise imperial charms,
an Empress or Sultana,
frae Indus to Savanah!
Gie me within my straining grasp
the melting form o' Anna.
There I'll despise imperial charms,
an Empress or Sultana,
