John Anderson my jo, John, <br />When we were first acquent, <br />Your locks were like the raven, <br />Your bonny brow was brent; <br />But now your brow is bled, John, <br />Your locks are like the straw, <br />But blessings on your frosty pow, <br />John Anderson my jo! <br /> <br />John Anderson my jo, John, <br />We clamb the hill thegither <br />And monie a cantie day, John, <br />We've had wi' ane anither; <br />Now we maun totter down, John, <br />And hand in hand we'll go, <br />And sleep thegither at the foot, <br />John Anderson my jo!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-anderson-my-jo/
