(Robert Burns) John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bony 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 the gither; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi'ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, And hand in hand we'll go; And sleep the gither at the foot, John Anderson my Jo. Tune:John Anderson my jo (302) @Scots @love @age Filename[JOHNAND3 Play.exe JOHNAND