Burns Gone Underground

By bellmannews / March 7, 2019
Words of poem on poster on london underground train

A BELLMAN reader on her travels was entertained to spot one of Burns’ poems in an unlikely setting.

We wonder how many London travellers could understand the Bard’s romantic lines in the ode to life-long romance, John Anderson My Jo.

And since the photo is a wee bit out of focus, here are the lines depicted.

“John Anderson my jo, John”

BY ROBERT BURNS

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 monie 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! 

 

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