There is nane like the love of my Bonnie Nannie;
Oh my Nannie, my sweet little Nannie,
My dear little niddlesome, noddlesome Nannie.
There naer was a flower,
In garden or bower,
Like auld Joe Nickleson’s bonnie Nannie.”
And then he sung “John Anderson, my Jo, John,” and my mind onconsciously reverted to my beloved pardner, as he sung words tellin’ how he looked—
“When they were first acquent.”
And then—
“John Anderson, my Jo, John,