John Anderson, my jo, John Anderson, my jo, When we were first acquent; (acquent-acquainted) Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; (bonny-beautiful, brent-polished new) But now your brow is beld, John, (beld-bald) And your locks are like the snaw; (snaw-snow) But blessings on your frosty pow, (pow-head) John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, We climb the hill thegither; (thegither-together) And manys a cantie day, John, (cantie-great) We've had wi' ane anither: (one anither- together) Now we maun totter down, John, (maun totter down-must climb down) And hand in hand we'll go, To sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.