...blend of joy and of hopeless surrender. Translated from the Russian by Vladimir Nabokov Robert Burns JOHN ANDERSON MY JO John Anderson my jo, John, When...first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bony brow was brent; But now your brow is held, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on...

...我會回來的， 我的愛人， 即使萬里相隔@ 李小怡譯 孫梁校 39 John Anderson, My Jo Robert Bums 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 snow, But blessings...

...lineal descendant of the celebrated, 'John Anderson my Jo.'" In Burns's poem, the speaker recalls young John: "When we were first acquent/ Your locks were like the raven /your bonny brow was brent." The jest book parody relates how Johnny Anderson joined the loyalist forces...

...those same locks have become "like the snaw," and her premonition of future happiness beyond the grave: 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, your locks are like the snaw, But blessings on your...

...16 Corn rigs, an' barley rigs, An' corn rigs are bonnie. 'It was upon a Lammas Night' (1796) 17 lohn Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent. 'John Anderson my Jo' ( 1 790} 18 I once was a maid, tho' I cannot tell when,...

...Laird 0' Cockpen, he's proud and he's great, His mind is ta'en up ar/' things o' the State . . ." And: "John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent; But now your brow is held, John; Your locks are like the snow; But blessing on...

...within Mm when he reads the touching picture of a wife's virtuous and enduring love, in Burns' song of "John Anderson my Jo:" " John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first aoquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent; But now your brow is bald, John,...

...able. Let's enjoy each other's company like Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) wrote: DECEMBER 6 - CONTINUED "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 held, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings...