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Anna (Robert Burns) -Andrew Calhoun

Anna Tune—The Banks o’ Banna Yestreen I had a pint o’ wine, A place whare body saw na; Yestreen lay on this breast of mine, The raven 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 tak the east and west, Frae Indus to Savannah; Gie me within my straining grasp, The melting form of Anna: Then I’ll despise Imperial charms, An empress or sultana; While dying raptures, in her arms I give and take with Anna. Awa, thou flaunting god of day! Awa, thou pale Diana! Ilk starn gae hide thy twinkling ray, When I’m to meet my Anna. Come in thy raven plumage night, Sun, moon, and starns withdrawn a’! An’ bring an Angel-pen to write My transports wi’ my Anna. POSTSCRIPT The kirk and state may join an’ tell; To do sic things I manna: The kirk and state may gae to h-ll, An’ 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. Text from The Giblet Pye (1806). Tune: "Banks of Banna," from Calliope: or, the Musical Miscellany a Select Collection of the Most Approved English, Scots and Irish Songs, Set to Music (1788); p. 1. Burns’s friend John Lapraik published a book of poems and songs in 1788; SONG XX, indicated for this tune, has these lines: From this to that I often range, O'er all the banks of Banna; Yet never let one moment pass, That I could grasp my Anna.