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" 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. John Anderson... "
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Songs of Scotland, ed. by C. Mackay

Charles Mackay - 1857 - 366 sivua
...me I And ilka lad and lass, John, in our footsteps to go, Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, when we...bonnie brow was brent ; But now your head's turn'd bauld, John, your locks are like the snaw, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John...

The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 sivua
...And she that rocked you, a babe, to rest, Now sits at your corpse's head. Ullagoue! E. Hayes. JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When...the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, Johu Anderson,...

The book of modern songs, ed. by J.E. Carpenter

Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1858 - 322 sivua
...They say ye're turning auld, John, and what though it be so, Ye're aye the same kind man to me, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were first brent; But now your brow is bald, John, your locks arc like acquaint, Your locks were like the raven,...

Hearty staves of heart-music (selected) by J.E. Clarke

Hearty staves, John Erskine Clarke - 1858 - 152 sivua
...those between by au unknown hand. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When "we were first acquent, Your looks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bauld, John, Your locks are like the snaw, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson,...

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns: Including Several Pieces Not Inserted in ...

Robert Burns - 1859 - 530 sivua
...days, And nights o' sleepless pain; Thou golden time o' youthful prime, Why com'st thou not again? JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When...first acquent, Your locks were like the raven> Your bonie brow was brent ; But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snow: But blessings...

The poetical works and letters of Robert Burns

Robert Burns - 1859 - 736 sivua
...the man ; Ye gallants draw, I rede you a', tell Beware o' bonnie Ann 1 JOHN ANDERSON. TUNE — John Anderson my jo. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your looks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; smooth But now your brow is held, John, bald...

The Minstrelsy of Britain; Or, A Glance at Our Lyrical Poetry and Poets ...

Henry Heavisides - 1860 - 144 sivua
...variegated garden of Poesy it will ever retain its freshness and fragrance. Illustration. JOHN ANDERSON. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent...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...

The Reliques of Father Prout: Late P. P. of Watergrasshill, in the County of ...

Francis Sylvester Mahony - 1860 - 650 sivua
...flauteiffife's Addrett to Aw Gudentan. (Trmififitnl into broad Szolch fey ROREKT UUIINS, of tht facisr.') John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent. Your locks were like the raven, Yt>ur bonnie brow was lirent; But now your head's tum'd bald, John. Your locks are like the snow. But...

The Reliques of Father Prout

Francis Mahony - 1860 - 654 sivua
...iroarf SmfcA by KODKET HUBXB, of Uif Hxciie.) John Andereon my jo, John, When we were first arquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your head'* turn'd bald, John, Your locks are like the snow. But blegmngs on your frosty jiow, John Anderson...

MacMillan's Magazine, Nide 4

Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1861 - 552 sivua
...tenderness that "Thracian Chloe's" passion knew not, into the crooning of " Auld Jean " by her ingle — "John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent,...the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow U bald, John, Your locks are like the suaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson,...




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