Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonny brow was brent;
But now your brow is bled, John,
Your locks are like the straw,
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson my jo!
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!
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,I see it driving o’er the plain;The hunter now has left the moor.The scatt’red coveys meet secure;While here I wander, prest with care,Along the lonely banks of Ayr.The Autumn mourns her rip’ning cornBy early Winter’s ravage torn;Across her placid, azure sky,She sees the scowling tempest fly:Chill runs my blood…
3 I walked forth to view the corn4 An’ snuff the caller air.5 The risin’ sun owre Galston muirs6 Wi’ glorious light was glintin,7 The hares were hirplin down the furrs,8 The lav’rocks they were chantin9 Fu’ sweet that day.10 As lightsomely I glowr’d abroad11 To see a scene sae gay,12 Three hizzies, early at…
I’m twenty-three, and five feet nine,I’ll go and be a sodger!I gat some gear wi’ mickle care,I held it weel thegither;But now it’s gane, and something mair—I’ll go and be a sodger!
A touch of her lips it ravishes quite:She’s always good natur’d, good humour’d, and free;She dances, she glances, she smiles upon me;I never am happy when out of her sight.
But distress, with horrors arming,Thou alas! hast known too well!Fairest flower, behold the lilyBlooming in the sunny ray:Let the blast sweep o’er the valley,See it prostrate in the clay.Hear the wood lark charm the forest,Telling o’er his little joys;But alas! a prey the surestTo each pirate of the skies.Dearly bought the hidden treasureFiner feelings can…
Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,I`m sure it`s winters fairly.CHORUS:Up in the morning`s no for me,Up in the mornings early;When a` the hills are cover`d wi` snaw,I`m sure it`s winter fairly.The birds sit chittering on the the thorn,A` day they fare but sparely;And lang`s the night frae e`en to morn,I`m sure it`s winter fairly.CHORUS:…
