MODERN ENGLISH POETS.

Modern Poets.

JOHN ANDERSON.

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 bald, 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 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 sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.

Robert Burns.

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OH, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.

OH, WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST.

OH, wert thou in the cauld blast
On yonder lea, on yonder lea,

My plaidie to the angry airt,

I'd shelter thee, I'd shelter thee:
Or did misfortune's bitter storms

Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,
Thy bield should be my bosom
To share it a', to share it a’.

Or were I in the wildest waste,

Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare,
The desert were a paradise

If thou wert there, if thou wert there:
Or were I monarch o' the globe,

Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign,
The brightest jewel in my crown
Wad be my queen, wad be my queen

R. Burns.