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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 Tune:John Anderson my jo (302) @Scottish @love @aging filename[ JOHNAND3 TUNE FILE: JOHNAND CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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