Song: Anna Thy Charms
1.
Anna thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire
When fated to despair!
2.
Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven:
For sure 'twas impious to despair
So much in sight of Heaven.

Song: Anna Your Charms

Anna your charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how useless to admire
When fated to despair!

Yet in your presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven:
For sure it was impious to despair
So much in sight of Heaven.