John Anderson, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonny brow was brent.
For auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.Robert Burns
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. BurnsRobert Burns
When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrowed field Return sae dowf and weary O.Robert Burns
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