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 And changed my glossy raven locks,

It's left us still content;

And eild ne'er comes alane, Jean,

But aft brings mony a wo,

Yet we've nae cause for sic complant,

Jean Anderson, my jo.

In innocence we've spent our days,

And pleasant looks the past;

Nae anxious thoughts alarm us,

We'er chearful to the last:

Till Death knock at our door, Jean,

And warn us baith to go,

Contented we will live and love,

Jean Anderson, my jo.

It's now a lang, lang time, Jean,

Since you and I begun

To sprachel up life's hill, Jean,

Our race is nearly run;

We baith hae done our best, Jean,

Our sun is wearing low:

Sae let us quietly sink to rest,

Jean Anderson, my jo.

'Twas near a thicket's calm retreat,

Under a poplar tree,

Maria chose her lonely seat,

To mourn her sorrows free.