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And yet we ne’er saw poverty
sin’ we were man and wife;
We’ve ay baen bit and brat, John;
great blessings here below
And that helps to keep peace at hame,
John Anderson, my joe.

John Anderson, my joe, John,
the warld lo’es us baith;
We ne’er spake ill o neighbours, ⟨John⟩,
nor did them ony skaith:
To live in peace and quietness
was a’ our care, ye know;
And I’m sure they ll greet when we are dead,
John Anderson, my joe.

John Anderson, my joe, John,
frae year to year we’ve past.
And soon that year maun come, John,
will bring us to our last;
But letna that affright us, John,
our hearts were ne’er our foe,
While in innocent delight we liv’d,
John Anderson, my joe.

John Anderson, my joe, 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 we’ll sleep thegither till we die,
John Anderson, my joe.