John Anderson.

Tune - "John Anderson, my jo."


I.

    "John Anderson, my jo, John,
        When we were first acquent,
    Your locks were like the raven,
        Your bonnie 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.

II.

    John Anderson, my jo, John,
        We clamb the hill thegither;
    And mony a canty day, John,
        We've had wi' ane anither:
    Now we maun totter down, John,
        But hand in hand we'll go;
    And sleep thegither at the foot,
        John Anderson, my jo.