SCOTCH SONGS. Sure makes a heaven here on earth John Anderson my Jo. And ilka lad and lass, John Anderson my JO, John, Fates up and down we'v? kmat, Yet aye whate'er our lot, John, We with it were content; And that's the best of ?!ear, Jobre, It frae us ne'er can go, 'l'ho' goud be scant, love we'll ne?e? want, John Anderson my Jo. And that's the best o' gear, &?. John Anderson my Jo, John, Life's hitl we clam thegither, ?qnd mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' one anithe?, But now we're tort'ring down, John, So hand and hand we go, And we'll sleep thegither at the fxt, John Anderson my Jo. But n(?w we're tott'ring down, ?ohn AnderSon my Jo, John, . When we again awake, Our bairn//we will collect, John, And thqi? our' journey take; For hear? devoid of guile, John, Find ?nds where'or they go, . And ser?hs bright shall guide us right, John Anderson my Jo. ' For hearts devoid of ,?r?ile, &c. ., As walking forth to view the plain, Upon a morning early, Wh?e May's sweet scent dM cheer my -- -From flow'rs wl?ch grew so rarely,
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