
By Robert Burns
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 snow;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!
John Anderson, my jo, John,
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.
jo=sweetheart
brent=smooth,unwrinkled
beld=bald
pow=pate
canty=cheerful
My Uncle Jimmy told me about this poem. John is fair and brand-new but I can imagine that when he is 80 his wife thinking something like this. Plus he is my jo too!