When we were first acquaint

    Your locks were like the raven¹；

    your bonny brow was brent；

    But now your brow is bald，John，

    Your locks are like the snow，

    But blessings² on your frosty pow，

    John Anderson my jo！

    John Anderson my jo， John，

    We climb the hill together，

    And many a canty day John，

    We've had with one another；

    Now we must totter³ down， John，

    And hand in hand we'll go，

    And sleep together at the foot，

    John Anderson my jo！