A Pint O Wine — текст песни (Burns Robert)

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(Sun, Moon, and Stars, withdrawn a`,)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.
tune: Banks of Banna (320)
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