JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO
by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
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- OHN
ANDERSON my jo, John,
- When we were first acquent,
- Your locks were like the raven,
- Your bonie brow was brent;
- But now your brow is beld, John,
- Your locks are like the snaw,
- but blessings on your frosty pow,
- John Anderson, my jo!
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- II
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- John Anderson my jo, John,
- We clamb the hill thegither,
- And mony a canty day, John,
- We've had wi' ane anither;
- Now we maun totter down, John,
- But hand in hand we'll go,
- And sleep thegither at the foot,
- John Anderson, my jo!
"John Anderson, My Jo"
is reprinted from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin
& Harry G. Paul. New York: American Book Company, 1908. |
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