John Anderson, My Jo


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JOHN Anderson, My Jo.

John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent.
But now your head’s turn’ d bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow,
Yet, blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my, Jo.

John Anderson, my Jo, John,
When nature first began
To try her cannie hand, John,
Her master work was man;
And you amang them a’ John,
Sae trig frae top to toe,
She proved to be na’ journey wark,
John Anderson, my Jo.

John Anderson, my Jo, John
We’ve seen our bairns’ bairns,
And yet my dear John Anderson,
I’m happy in your arms;
And sae are ye in mine, John—
I’m sure ye’ll ne’er say no,
Tho’ the days are gane that ye have seen,
John Anderson, my Jo.

John Anderson, my Jo John,
We clamb the hill thegither,
And monie a cantie day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither;
Now we moun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we’el go,
And we’ll sleep thegither at the foot,
Jonh Anderson, my Jo.

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