JOHN JAMESON, my jo John! Ye're bonnie wee an' sma'; Your ee's the morning violet, Wi' tremblin' dew an' a'; Your smile's the gowden simmer-sheen, Wi' glintin' pearls aglow Atween the posies o' your lips, John Jameson, my jo! Ye hae the faither's braidth o brow, An' synes his look benign Whiles he hings musin' ower the burn, Wi' leestless hook an' line; Ye hae the mither's mou' an' cheek An' denty chin -- but O! It's maist ye're like your ain braw sel', John Jameson, my jo! John Jameson, my jo John, Though, wi' sic luvers twain, Ye dance far yont your whustlin' frien' Wha laggart walks his lane, -- Be mindet, though he naps his last Whaur kirkyird thistles grow, His ghaist shall caper on wi' you, John Jameson, my jo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOUD by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG SEEING HIS OWN PICTURE by PHILIP AYRES A MORNING AFTER MOURNING by WILLIAM BASSE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 22 by THOMAS CAMPION THE LORDS' MASQUE: CHORUS (2) by THOMAS CAMPION |