Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake
Robert Burns (17591796)John Anderson, My Jo
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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.
We clamb the hill thegither;
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,
John Anderson, my jo.