John Anderson, My Jo-Frederick Worlock

[ti:John Anderson, My Jo] [ar:Frederick Worlock] [al:Poetry of Robert Burns] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]John Anderson, My Jo - Frederick Worlock [00:00.56]John Anderson my jo [00:02.50]John [00:02.87] [00:03.78]When we were first acquent [00:05.82] [00:06.62]Your locks were like the raven [00:08.61]Your bonie brow was brent [00:10.55] [00:11.77]But now your brow is beld John [00:14.38] [00:15.33]And your locks are like the snaw [00:17.25] [00:17.84]But blessings on your frosty pow [00:20.52] [00:21.83]John Anderson my jo [00:23.79] [00:25.62]John Anderson my jo [00:27.37] [00:28.11]We climb the hill thegither [00:30.09] [00:31.02]And manys a cantie day John [00:33.38] [00:34.05]We've had wi' ane anither [00:35.83] [00:37.05]Now we maun totter down John [00:39.96] [00:40.71]And hand in hand we'll go [00:42.71] [00:44.35]And sleep thegither at the foot [00:46.41] [00:47.55]John Anderson my jo