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Robert Burns - John Anderson, My Jo
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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 bald, John,
Your locks are like the snow;
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.
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