John Anderson, My Jo（1 / 1）

john anderson, my jo

john anderson, my jo, john,

when we were first acquent;

your locks were like the raven,

your bonie 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 thegither;

and mony a cantie day, john,

we've had wi' ane anither:

now we maun totter down, john,

and hand in hand we'll go,

and sleep thegither at the foot,

john anderson, my jo.