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O what misfortune ever took him from me,
I wish I never had beheld his beautiful fine face,
The words that pass'd between us on our parting day
I never will deny it he stole my heart away.
He said to me my jewel come along with me,
As we are young and any and from all dangers free
And while you are with me no danger would I fear
But hark the trumpet sound!—so fare you well my dear.
I wish I never had beheld his beautiful fine face,
The words that pass'd between us on our parting day
I never will deny it he stole my heart away.
He said to me my jewel come along with me,
As we are young and any and from all dangers free
And while you are with me no danger would I fear
But hark the trumpet sound!—so fare you well my dear.
John Anderson My Jo.
John Anderson my jo John I wonder what ye mean
To rise sae early in the morn and sit sae late at e'en
Ye'll bleer out a' your een jo and why should ye do
To rise sae early in the morn and sit sae late at e'en
Ye'll bleer out a' your een jo and why should ye do
Gang sooner to your bed at e'en John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo John ye were my first conceit
Ye needna think it strange John, I lo'e you e'er and late,
They say ye're turning auld John I scarce believe it so
For I think ye're the same to me John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo John when we were first acquaint,
Your looks were like the raven John your bonny brow was brent,
But now you're turned auld John your looks are like the snaw
My blessing on your frosty paw 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 ar ye in mine John I'm sure ye'll no say na,
Tho' the days are past that we have seen John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo John we've climb'd the hill the gither,
John Anderson my jo John ye were my first conceit
Ye needna think it strange John, I lo'e you e'er and late,
They say ye're turning auld John I scarce believe it so
For I think ye're the same to me John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo John when we were first acquaint,
Your looks were like the raven John your bonny brow was brent,
But now you're turned auld John your looks are like the snaw
My blessing on your frosty paw 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 ar ye in mine John I'm sure ye'll no say na,
Tho' the days are past that we have seen John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo John we've climb'd the hill the gither,
