11. John Anderson my Jo.
I.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!II.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!
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Robert Burns, also known familiarly as Rabbie Burns, the National
Bard, Bard of Ayrshire and the Ploughman Poet and various other names
and epithets, was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as
the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide.
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