John Anderson, my jo, John Anderson, my jo,
When we were first acquent;
(acquent-acquainted)
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
(bonny-beautiful, brent-polished new)
But now your brow is beld, John,
(beld-bald)
And your locks are like the snaw;
(snaw-snow)
But blessings on your frosty pow,
(pow-head)
John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo,
We climb the hill thegither;
(thegither-together)
And manys a cantie day, John,
(cantie-great)
We've had wi' ane anither:
(one anither- together)
Now we maun totter down, John,
(maun totter down-must climb down)
And hand in hand we'll go,
To sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
Writer(s): Robert Burns, Bill Mcarthur
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