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The last verse of John Anderson my jo.
“John Anderson, my jo, John, we clamb the hill thegither,
And mony a canty day, John, we've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.”
And mony a canty day, John, we've had wi' ane anither;
Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, John Anderson, my jo.”
THERE OUGHT TO BE ANOTHER:
John Anderson, my jo, John, from that sleep again we'll wake,
When anither day's fair light on our opened eyes shall break,
And we'll rise in youth and beauty to that bright land to go,
Where life and love shall last for aye, John Anderson, my jo.
When anither day's fair light on our opened eyes shall break,
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Where life and love shall last for aye, John Anderson, my jo.
OR:
John Anderson, my jo, John, one day we'll waken there,
Where a brighter morn than ever shone our opened eyes shall cheer,
And in fresh youth and beauty to that blest land we'll go,
Where we'll live and love forever, John Anderson, my jo.
Where a brighter morn than ever shone our opened eyes shall cheer,
And in fresh youth and beauty to that blest land we'll go,
Where we'll live and love forever, John Anderson, my jo.
Pipe Creek, October 13th, 1842.
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