Little Anna

LITTLE Anna, young and fair, How with heart a-dancing, I descry her image rare, O'er the footway glancing; Ah, those locks of dusky hue, Ah, those eyes that twinkle, Now I laugh their sheen to view, Now my tears down trinkle. Chorus—Well-a-way, night and day, I must sigh nor can a Youth once view her charms, nor rue The peerless charms of Anna! When I see her bonny blink, I'm upraised to heaven; When upon her ways I think, From myself I'm driven Not a bit of use am I, Save with arms a-kimbo, Thus to sit and thus to sigh, A very wretch in limbo. Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. Up, from tossing, to and fro, Bite or sup unheeded, Up from bed to work I go, Long before 'tis needed; But a-pit, love a-smit, Do all I can do, now, Still a-wry the pick will fly, And no coal will hew, now. Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. Can it be her voice I hear, When my pick is swinging? When her tongue attracts the ear Golden bells are ringing; Do I dream? or isn't her e'en Yonder nook adorning? Blacker than the coal, their sheen Mocks the coal a burning! Chorus—Well-a-way, etc. Ah those locks and ah, those eyes, Ah, the rest they've broken; But in vain their victim tries― Love can ne'er be spoken; Man may fathom ocean—say The reason of its motion; But love's magic never! nay 'Tis deeper than the ocean. Chorus—Well-a-way, etc,