john andern, y jo
john andern, y jo, john,
when we were first acent;
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 blessgs on your frosty pow,
john andern, y jo
john andern, y jo, john,
we cb the hill thegither;
and ony a cantie day, john,
we&039;ve had wi&039; ane anither:
now we aun totter down, john,
and hand hand we&039;ll go,
and sleep thegither at the foot,
john andern, y jo