 MY JO. 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.  The Yale Literary Magazine - Page 3731843Full view - About this book
 | Robert Burns, Alfred Howard - Poetry - 1826 - 226 pages
...bare my breast, O, do thou kindly lay me low With him I love, at rest! TUNE—John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Ballads, Scots - 1829 - 414 pages
...rair, Wow, sirs ! hasna Jenny got Jock ? f JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. BURNS. TuxE—John Andenon, my Jo. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now your head is bauld, John, Your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Ballads, Scots - 1829 - 356 pages
...rair, Wow, sirs ! hasna Jenny got Jock ? f JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. BURNS. TUNE— John Anderson, my Jo. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now your head is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...upon the day, And bless the parent's evening ray That watch'd thy early morning. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. 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... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...Full on thy bloom, Till, crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom! JOHN ANDERSOtf, MY JO. 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 held, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings... | |
 | Robert Burns, Allan Cunningham - Ballads, Scots - 1834 - 368 pages
...unacquainted with Highland scenery and Highland chivalry. JOHN ANDERSON. Tune — " John Anderson my jo." I. 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... | |
 | Ballads, English - 1834 - 480 pages
...let'soff to the Arcane, for The opera cannot with it wv,, &c. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO (Burns.) JOHN ANDEESON, my Jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent j But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snow ; My blessings... | |
 | Robert Burns - Poetry, Modern - 1834 - 236 pages
...sleepless pain ! Thou golden time o' youthful prime, Why com'st thou not again ? JOHN JJfDERSOJV, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks vverfe like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent ; But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are... | |
 | Ballads, English - 1835 - 418 pages
...passion ; his tenderness is more heartfelt, his expression more exquisite."] JOHN ANDERSON. ROBBKT BURNS. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1835 - 440 pages
...some time in Liverpool, is settled with her hushand iu New York, North America. JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent. Your locks were like the raven, Your honnie hrow was hrent ; But now your hrow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw -. But hlessings... | |
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