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