John Anderson, my jo, John, we’ve seen our bairns’ bairns,
And yet, my dear John Anderson, I’m happy in your arms,
And sae are ye in mine, John—I’m sure ye’ll ne’er say no,
Tho’ the days are gane, that we have seen, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, what pleasure does it gie,
To see sae mony sprouts, John, spring up ’tween you and me,
And ilka lad and lass, John, in our footsteps to go,
Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderson, my jo.
John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent.