John Anderson My Jo - Eddi Reader

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