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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:
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