John Anderson, my jo, John Anderson, my jo when we were first acquent your locks were like the raven your bonie brow was brent but now your brow is beld, John and your locks are like the snaw but blessings on your frosty pow John Anderson, my jo
John Anderson, my jo we'd climb the hill thegither and monys a cantie day, John we've had wi' ane anither now we maun totter down, John and hand in hand we'll go to sleep thegither at the foot John Anderson, my jo, John Anderson, my jo