John Anderson, My Jo

  john anderson, my jo
  john anderson, my jo, john,
  when we were first acquent;
  your locks were like the raven,
  your bonie 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.
  john anderson, my jo, john,
  we clamb the hill thegither;
  and mony a cantie day, john,
  we've had wi' ane anither:
  now we maun totter down, john,
  and hand in hand we'll go,
  and sleep thegither at the foot,
  john anderson, my jo.