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John Anderson, My Jo

    john anderson, my jo
    john anderson, my jo, john,
    when we were first acquent;
    your locks were like the raven,
    your bonie 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 thegither;
    and mony a cantie day, john,
    we've had wi' ane anither:
    now we maun totter down, john,
    and hand in hand we'll go,
    and sleep thegither at the foot,
    john anderson, my jo.

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