
“John Anderson, my jo” reflects affectionately on a lifelong partnership. The speaker remembers when John’s hair was dark “like the raven” and his brow handsome, then contrasts that youth with his present bald brow and snow-white locks. Rather than regretting age, the speaker blesses his “frosty pow” with tenderness. The pair have climbed life’s hill together and shared many happy days. Now, as they must totter down the other side, they will remain hand in hand and sleep together at the foot of the hill.
By Robert Burns · First published 1790 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Love Poetry, Scottish Poetry · 157 words
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.
John Anderson, my Jo is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1790 CE.
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Scottish vernacular poetry · lyric poem · love poetry · marital affection · lifelong partnership · old age · aging · devotion · companionship · shared life · memory of youth · physical decline