JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO 2
(Robert Burns)

John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bony 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 the gither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi'ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go;
And sleep the gither at the foot,
John Anderson my Jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John*
When Nature first began
To try her canny hand, John,
Her master work was man;
And you amang them a', John
Sae trig from top to toe,
She prov'd to be nae journey work
John Anderson, my jo.

spurious stanza, from Gaelic Hotch-Potch. Written by William Reid,
bookseller in Glasgow ca 1798. He used it as the second verse. MS

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