Sunday, August 30, 2009

John Anderson, my Jo

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.


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!


Scott said...

Very sweet - makes me want to study Scotish ;)

dixon.mary said...

What great pictures.

Anonymous said...

I have never heard of that poem. Of course Uncle Jimmy would. He is sweet. I love the cute Peru booties.

Have you been able to find out how much the goldfish are yet?

Tara & Stephen said...

It has been a while since I have checked your blog. Congrats on your baby boy he is beautiful and so are your pictures.

Mary Ann said...

He is beautiful. I know hie is a boy, but he has such great features. Wow, my kids look kinda strange for awhile, but he was pretty from the start. How are things coming a long? I would love to chat, please call when you have a few minutes