Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | | “John Anderson, my jo” | | Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, | |
| When we were first acquent, | |
| Your locks were like the raven, | |
| Your bonnie brow was brent; | |
| But now your brow is beld, John, | 5 |
| Your locks are like the snaw; | |
| But blessings on your frosty pow, | |
| John Anderson, my jo. | |
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| John Anderson, my jo, John, | |
| We clamb the hill thegither; | 10 |
| And monie 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, | 15 |
| John Anderson, my jo. | | | | |
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