But spare to speak, and spare to speed; THE * The heroine of this song was Miss J. of Lochmaban. This lady, now Mrs. R., after residing some time in Liverpool, is settled with her husband in New-York, North America. THE BANKS OF NITH. Tune-" ROBIE DONNA GORACH." THE Thames flows proudly to the sea, Where royal cities stately stand; But sweeter flows the Nith, to me, Where Cummins ance had high command: When shall I see that honor'd land, That winding stream I love so dear! Must wayward fortune's adverse hand How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales, Where spreading hawthorns gayly bloom; How sweetly wind thy sloping dales Where lambkins wanton thro' the broom! Tho' Tho' wandering, now, must be my doom, JOHN JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo, John, Now Now we maun totter down, John, TAM *In the first volume of a collection entitled, Poetry Original and Selected, printed by Brash and Reid of Glasgow, this song is given as follows: John Anderson, my jo, improved, By ROBERT BURNS, JOHN Anderson, my jo, John, I wonder what you mean, To rise so soon in the morning, and sit up so late at e'en, Ye'll blear out a' your e'en, John, and why should you do so, Gang sooner to your bed at e'en, John Anderson, myjoe. John Anderson, my joe, John, whan nature first began To try her canny hand, John, her master-work was man; And you amang them a' John, sae trig frae tap to toe, She proved to be nae journey-work,John Anderson, myjoe. |