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John Anderson, My JO by Robert Burns
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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, Your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo! John Anderson my jo, John We clam the hill thegither, And monie 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, John Anderson my jo! |
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Dinna forget Burns' original verses afore he gentrified them!
e.g. John Anderson, my jo ,John, When first that ye began, Ye had as good a tail-tree As ony ither man; But now it's waxen wan, John, And wrinkles to and fro; I've twa gae-ups for ae gae-doon, John Anderson, my jo. I'm backit like a salmon I'm breastit like a swan; My wame it is a down-cod, My middle ye may span; Frae my tap-knot to my tae,John, I'm like the new-fa'n snow; And it's all for your convenience, John Anderson, my jo. There's a lot more: consult THE MERRY MUSES 1996 Luxor Press. ' |
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Pudding I love that Poem and I havve to say that evern though that was my firtt time reading it I truelly felt I understood it I say this cause i'm from Canada and well the language that was put into it was very different for me but I truelly enjoyed it thank you for writting it down in here!
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