John Anderson, My Jo
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.