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  • [INDENT]John Anderson, My Jo

    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,
    And hand in hand we'll go,
    And sleep thegither at the foot,
    John Anderson, my jo.

    Robert Burns
    [/INDENT]

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