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!

John Anderson, my jo, John
We clamb the hill thegither
And mony a cantie day, John
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John
But hand in hand we'll go
And sleep thegither at the foot
John Anderson, my jo!