A Pint O Wine Lyrics

A Pint O Wine lyrics

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withdrawn a',)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.