with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

110
MY JO JANET
Johnson, the publisher,^ with a foolish delicacy
refused to insert the last stanza of this humorous
ballad.
Sweet sir, for your courtesie.
When ye come by the Bass then.
For the luve ye bear to me,
Buy me a keeking-glass, then.
Keek into the draw-welly
Janet, Janet;
And there ye^ll see your bonny sell.
My Jo, Janet.
Keeking in the draw-well clear.
What if I should fa' in.
Syne a' my kin will say and swear,
I drown'd mysell for sin.
Haud the better be the brae,
Janet, Janet,
Haud the better be the brae,
My Jo, Janet.
* Of the Scots Musical Museum,
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