Classic Poem

" JOHN A NDERSON , my jo, John, "
— How cold you are, and still;
You hear me not, nor see me,
— Ah no, and never will.
Your hands are resting now, John;
— The heart that loved me so
Against my breast shall beat no more,
— " John Anderson, my jo. "

" John Anderson, my jo, John, "
— I'll tarry but a while;
I've still some work to do, John,
— To go a weary mile;
And then I'll take your path, John,
— And win you soon, I know,
For you will wait for your old wife,
— " John Anderson, my jo. "