John Anderson, My Jo |
ca. 1744; Robert Burns, 1789 version below
John Anderson, my jo, John I wonder what you mean To lie sae lang in the morning And sit sae late at e'en Ye'll bleer a' your een, John And why do you so? Come sooner to your bed at een John Anderson, my jo.
2. John Anderson, my jo, John
3. I'm backit like a salmon | 4. O it is a fine thing To keep out o'er the dyke But it is a mickle finer thing To see your hurdies fyke To see your hurdies fyke, John And hit the rising blow Its then I like your chanter pipe John Anderson, my jo.
5. When ye came on before, John
6. John Anderson, my jo, John |
John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie 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. | 2. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill the gither; And mony a cantie day, John, We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, And hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo. |