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!
John Anderson, My Jo, st. 1 - Johnson's The Scots Musical Museum (1787-1796)