Six Excellent New Songs (Edinburgh)/John Anderson My Jo

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

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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

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,
And mony a early day John we've had wi' ane anither
Now we maun totter down John and hand in hand we'll go.
And we'll sleep the gither at the fit, John Anderson my jo.