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John Anderfon, my jo, John, we've feen our bairns .bairni»
And yet, my dear John Anderfon, I'm happy in your
arms,
And faeare ye in mine, John-Pm fure ye'il ne'er fay no,
Tho* the days are gane that we have fceq, John An-
derfon, my jo.
John Anderfon, my jo, John, what pleafure does it gie,
To fee fae many fp routs, John, fpring up 'tween you
and me,
And ilka lad and Iafs, John, in our footfleps to go,
Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderfon,
my jo.
f John Anderfon, my jo, John, when we were firft
acquaint,
* Your lock3 were like the raven, your bonnie bro^r
was brent,
But now your head's tunfd laid, John, your locks
are like the fnow,
* yV/bleffingsonyourfroftypow, John Anderfon, my jj^.
John Anderfon, my jo, John, frae year to year we've pail
And foon that year maun come, John, will bring us
to our laft ; x
But let na' that affright us, John, our hearts were
ne'er our foe,
tVhile in innocent delight we lived, John Andsrfon, myjo.
John Anderfon, my jo, John, we clamb the hill the-
gither,
« Andmony a canty day, John, we've hadwi'aneanither;
'J* Now we maun tqtt'er down, John, but hand in hand
we'll go,
And WU fleep thegither at the foot, John Aneet*
fon> my jo.'