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John Anderfon, my jo, John, John Anderfon, my jo, John,

When we were firft acquaint. We clamb the hill thegither ;

Your locks were like the raven. And mony a canty day, John,

Your bonny brow was brent We 've had wi* ane anither :

But now your brow is bald, John, Now we maun totter down, John,
Your locks are like the fnaw And hand in hand we'll go.
But bleflings on your frofty pow, And fleep thegither at the foot,

John Anderfon, my jo. John Anderfon, my jo.

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