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John Anderson my Jo.
To its own Tune.
f 'ohn Anderson my jo, John, I wonder what ye mean,
to rise sae early in the morn, and sit sae late at e'en ;
JYe'li blear out a' your een John, and why shou'd ye
do so ?
| Gang sooner to your bed at e'en, John Anderson myjo.
John Anderson myjo, John, ye were my first conceit,
Ye need na think it strange, John, tho' I lo'e you
ear' and late ;
They say ye're turnm auld, John, I scarce believe
it's so,
For I think ye're ay the same to me, John Ander-
son my jo.
John Anderson my jo, John, when we were first
acquaint,
Your locks were like the raven, John, your bonny
• brow was brent ;
But now ye've turned bald, John, your locks are
like the snow,
My blesssings on your frosty pow, John Anderson
my jo.