| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| CLVI. John Anderson |
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| JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, | |
| When we were first acquent, | |
| Your locks were like the raven, | |
| Your bonnie brow was brent; | |
| But now your brow is beld, John, | 5 |
| Your locks are like the snow; | |
| But blessings on your frosty pow, | |
| John Anderson, my jo. | |
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| John Anderson, my jo, John, | |
| We clamb the hill thegither; | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| John Anderson, my jo! | |
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