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Sung by Isobel Baillie in 1942

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie broo was brent;
But now your broo is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
Guid blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter doon, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the fit,
John Anderson, my jo.