Welcome to you, the Welcomefamily, good to have you here.
You say 'titles' !! Oh dear, that's not enough for me I was not blessed with the Scots gift of brevity. Please forgive me for writing the verses of my favourite poem by Burns, I felt some folk may not have come across them before and would like to read them now.
John Anderson, My Jo.
Words by Robert Burns
John Anderson, my jo John,
When we were first acqaent,
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 prow,
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo John,
We clamb the hills thegither,
And mony a canty day John,
We've had wi ane anither,
Now we maun totter down John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And we'll sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
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I quote
''John Anderson My Jo appeared in a
MS written about 1560. It appears
that this John Anderson was the
Town Piper of Kelso, and a remarkable
character.
The air is a very old one.
The stanzas given above were written by Burns
for Johnson's Museum in 1789 – the verses were
not well received - Burns has suffered much
injustice of this kind.''
Neveretheless, I love it, there are very few songs
an ould wifie can sing with such conviction !
Thanks Rabbie .
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