Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 271. Song—John Anderson, My Jo |
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| JOHN 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, | 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 mony a cantie day, John, | |
| We’ve had wi’ ane anither: | |
| Now we maun totter down, John, | |
| And hand in hand we’ll go, | |
| And sleep thegither at the foot, | 15 |
| John Anderson, my jo. | |
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