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 While dying raptures in her arms

I give and take with Anna.

Awa thou flaunting god o‘ 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Sun, moon, and stars withdrawn a‘;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 wi' my Anna.

Tho’ women's minds like winter winds,

May shift and turn and a' that,

The noblest breast adores them maist,

A consequence I draw that.

For a‘ that and a' that,

And twice as meikle’s a‘ that,

The bonny lass that I loe best

She‘ll be my ain fer a‘ that.

Great love I bear to all the fair,

Their humble slave and a‘ that;

But lordly will, I hold it still,

A mortal sin to thraw that.

For a‘ that, &c.