Monday, 25 January 2010

Burns Day - A Supper and A Poem

In celebration of our famous bard, Robert Burns, we will eat a supper of (vegetarian) haggis, neeps and tatties and, maybe, manage to coax my son to recite this beautiful love poem which he has been trying to memorise all week.

John Anderson, My Jo

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie 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, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.

(Robert Burns, 1789)


1 comment :

  1. what a great poem, and a great tradition. we should all celebrate and honor our artists, past and present, more often.

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