The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . e new matter looked like hishand. John Anderson my jo, Jolin,When Nature first beganTo trj- her canniehand, John,Her master-piece was man ;And you amangthem a, Jolm, Sae trig frae tap to proved to be naejoumeywork,John Anderson my Joe. J 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 held, Jolm, Your locks are like the snaw;But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb th
The complete works of Robert Burns : containing his poems, songs, and correspondence . e new matter looked like hishand. John Anderson my jo, Jolin,When Nature first beganTo trj- her canniehand, John,Her master-piece was man ;And you amangthem a, Jolm, Sae trig frae tap to proved to be naejoumeywork,John Anderson my Joe. J 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 held, Jolm, Your locks are like the snaw;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, Weve had wi ane anither :Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand well go ;And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson my jo. LXXXI. Our Zljxi^^Ui fIoiu:i0i)cD ite^lj anli fair. Tune.— Awa Whigs, awa.^ fHums trimmed up this old .Jacobite ditty for the Museum, andadded some of the bitterest bits: the second and fourth versa arewholly his.] Awa Whigs, awa ! Awa Whigs, awa !Yere but a pack o traitor louns. Yell do nae good at Jf <D Ht X- But now your 1 YoarlocUs di<- n |^^ ^.i .^. blessings on your IposIy po\ John Andoison my Ju. OF ROBERT BURNS. 161 Our thriaslos flourishd fresh and fair,And bonnie bloomd our roses ; But Wliij^^s came like a frost in June,And witherd a our posies. Our ancient crowns fau in the dust—Deil blin them wi the stouro ot; And write their names in his bhick beuk,Wha gae the Whigs the power ot. Our sad decay in Church and StateSurpasses my descriving; The Whigs came oer us for a cui*se,And we hae done wi thriving. Grim vengeance lang has taen a nap, But we may see him wauken ;Gude lielp the day when royal headsAre himted like a Whigs, awa ! Awa Whigs, awa!Yere but a-pack o traitor loims,Yell do nae gude at a. LXXXTI. Tune.— Ca the Ewes to the Knowcs. I Most of this sweet pastoral is of other days : Bums made severalemendatioDS, and added the concluding verse. He after
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