John Anderson my jo， John，

    When we were first acquaint

    Your locks were like the raven；

    your bonny 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 climb the hill together，

    And many a canty day John，

    We've had with one another；

    Now we must totter down， John，

    And hand in hand we'll go，

    And sleep together at the foot，

    John Anderson my jo！