John Anderson
Robert Burns · 1786
Public domain
From The Golden Treasury, selected by Francis Turner Palgrave. Robert Burns. The text is free of copyright in the United States. This copy is the poem, without the Project Gutenberg header.
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.