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JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO collected by Robert Burns John Anderson, my jo, John I wonder what you mean To lie sae lang in the morning And sit sae late at e'en Ye'll bleer a' your een, John And why do you so? Come sooner to your bed at een John Anderson, my jo John Anderson, my jo, John When first that ye began Ye had as good a tail-tree As ony ither man But now its waxen wan, John And wrinkles to and fro I've twa gae-ups for ae gae-down John Anderson, my jo I'm backit like a salmon I'm brestit like a swan My wame it is down-cod My middle ye may span Frae my tap-knot to my tae, John I'm like the new fa'n snow And its a' for your conveniency John Anderson, my jo O it is a fine thing To keep out o'er the dyke But it is a mickle finer thing To see your hurdies fyke To see your hurdies fyke, John And hit the rising blow Its then I like your chanter pipe John Anderson, my jo When ye came on before, John See that ye do your best When ye begin to haud me See that ye grip me fast See that ye grip me fast, John Until that I cry, Oh Your back shall crack or I do that John Anderson, my jo John Anderson, my jo, John Ye're welcome when you please It's either in the warm bed Or else aboon the claes Or ye shall hae the horns, John Upon your head to grow An that's the cuckold's mallison, John Anderson, my jo, John Recorded by Ian Campbell- Tam-O-Shanter @love @aging @bawdy filename[ JOHNAND1 see also parody johnand2 TUNE FILE: JOHNAND CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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