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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.