When we were first acquent
Your locks were like the raven
Your bonnie brow was brent；
But now your brow is beld 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！