...green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. Jomr AHDERSOS the rising piers : Our warlock rhymer instantly descried The sprites that owr bonruc brow was bleat ; But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings...

...to my vow : Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonnie blue. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...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...

...to my vow : Should she refuse, I'll lay my dead To her twa een sae bonnie blue. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson...

...— M. f This first appeared in Johnson's Museum. The air is by Oswald. — M. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO* JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; * In the first volume of a collection, entitled Poetry Original and Selected, printed by Brash and...

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...listen, with your attention roused, you will be struck by them as you never have been before : — ' John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, And your bonnie brow was brent. But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw, Yet...

...dribble, drizzle; cranreuch, hoar frost; lane, alone ; aft, often ; a-gky, wrong. JOHN ANDERSON. My Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo....

...dribble, drizzle; cranreuclt, hoar frost; lane, alone ; aft, often ; a-gley, wrong. JOHN ANDERSON. My Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo....

...; aft, often ; a-gley, wrong. JOHN ANDERSON. My Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first aequent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo....

...your bonny brow was brent ; But now your head's turn'd bauld, John, your locks are like the snow, My blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, ye were my first conceit, I think nae shame to own, John, I lov'cl ye ear* and late ; They say ye're...