the gowden locks of anna

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 hinny 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: