Garbage John Anderson
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, John
We clamb the hill thegither
And monie a cantie day, John
We?ve had wi? ane anither
Now we maun totter down, John
And hand in hand we?ll go
And sleep thegither at the foot
John anderson my Jo
