The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A CANTY THOUGHT.



JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John,
     How strange I did not know
Until last night that jo meant love—
     A Scotchman told me so,
And also said that canty day

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     Meant simply happy day;
Good lack! ’tis time my ignorance
     Was lightened by this ray.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
     How dear a word is jo!

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Sweet as a streamlet’s flow, John,
     That murmurs soft and low.
It seems that love-notes from my love
     The postman has not brought,
They’re simply jo notes from my jo—

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     O canty, canty thought! [Page 43]