John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson My Jo

by Robert Burns

John Anderson my jo¹, John,

When we were first acquent²,

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bonnie brow was brent³;

But now your brow is beld⁴, John,

Your locks are like the snaw,

But blessings on your frosty pow⁵,

John Anderson my jo!

John Anderson my jo, John,

We clamb the hill thegither,

And monie a cantie⁶ day, John,

We've had wi' ane anither;

Now we maun⁷ totter down, John,

And hand in hand we'll go,

And sleep thegither at the foot,

John Anderson my jo!

First update in quite some time, I know... but on the bright side, I think I'm becoming slightly more competent with the actual technical aspects of this little blog. For example, I know how to add footnotes, now. :)

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1 jo: joy, sweetheart^↩
2 acquent: acquainted^↩
3 brent: smooth^↩
4 beld: bald^↩
5 pow: head^↩
6 cantie: cheerful^↩
7 maun: must^↩