The Song Book No. 4/John Anderson my, jo
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John Anderson my, jo
JOHN Anderson, my jo, John,when we were first acquaint,Your locks were like the raven,your bonnie brow was brent;But now you brow is bauld, John,your locks nre like the snow;But blessings on your frosty pow,John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John,we've 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.