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 John Anderson my jo, John, we’ve 'een our bairn’s

bairns;

And yet, my dear John Anderson, I’m happy in

your arms;

And sae are ye in mine John, I’m sure ye’ll ne’er

sae no,

Tho’ the days are past that we have seen, John An-

derson my jo.

John Anderson my jo, John, frae year to year we’ve

past;

And soon that year may come, John, that will bring

us to our last;

But let not that affright us, John, our hearts were

ne’er our foe,

While in innocent delight we’ve liv’d, John Ander-

son ray jo.

John Andersen any jo, John, we've climb’d the hill

thegither,

And mony a canty day, John, we’ve had wi’ane

anither;

Now we maun totter down, John, and hand in hand

we’ll go,

And we’ll sleep thegither at the fit, John Anderson

my jo.