John Anderson, My Jo Songtext
von Eddi Reader

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.