...braes, May there my latest hours consume, Amang the friends of early days ! JOHN JOHN ANDERSON MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John When we were first acquent;...Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your trosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony...

...raven, Your bonie brow was brent: I5nt now your brow is beld, John, Yoar locks are like the snow: liut blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo....We clamb the hill thegither: And monie a canty day, John We've had wi' ane anither: Now we maun totter down, John, Bnt hand in hand ve'll go, And sleep...

...das, male fausta mihi Fortuna, malorum : Sed cum qvoqve malo das bene fausta melos. John Ander su a. John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, John, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is bald, John, Your locks are like the snaw ;...

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...heaven here on earth, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were fast acquaint, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your head's turn'd bald, John, your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson,...

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...favourable extract that can be presented from his works, is the little song of " 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 held, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings...

...here on earth, John Anderson, my joe. VI. John Anderson, my joe, John, whea we were first acquaint. Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent, But now your head's turn'd bald, John, your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pas, John Anderson,...

...go, Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, when tie were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent, But now your head's turn'd bauld, John, your locks are like the snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson,...

...But let na that affright us, John, Our hearts were ne'er our foe, While in innocent delight we liv'd, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither. And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' ane anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand...