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JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO.
John Anderson my jo, John,
When we were first acquaint,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald. John,
Your locks are like the snaw:
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo.
When we were first acquaint,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bald. 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 canty day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we’ll go
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.
We clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we’ll go
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.
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