John Anderson, My Jo

(Robert Burns)

John Anderson my jo, John,

When we were first acquent;

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bony brow was brent;

But now your brow is beld, John,

Your locks are like the snaw;

But blessings on your frosty pow,

John Anderson my Jo.



John Anderson my jo, John,

We clamb the hill the gither;

And mony a canty day, John,

We've had wi'ane anither:

Now we maun totter down, John,

And hand in hand we'll go;

And sleep the gither at the foot,

John Anderson my Jo.

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