John Anderson, My Jo - Frederick Worlock
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
And your locks are like the snaw
But blessings on your frosty pow
John Anderson my jo
John Anderson my jo
We climb the hill thegither
And manys 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
To a Louse - Frederick WorlockHa whare ye gaun ye crowlin' ferlieYour impudence protects you sairlyI canna say but ye strunt rarelyOwre gauze and laceTho' faith I...