John Anderson My Jo

John Anderson, my jo, John

I wonder what you mean

To lie sae lang in the morning

And sit sae late at e'en

Ye'll bleer a' your een, John

And why should you do so?

Come sooner tae your bed at nicht

John Anderson, my jo

John Anderson, my jo, John

When that ye first began

Ye had as good a tail-tree

As any ither man

But now its waxen wan, John

And wrinkles to and fro

I've twa gae-ups for ae gae-doon

John Anderson, my jo

When ye begin to come, John

See that ye come your best

And when ye start to haud me

See that ye haud me fast

See that ye haud me fast, John

Until that I cry oh

Your back shall crack or I do that

John Anderson, my jo

John Anderson, my jo, John

Ye're welcome when you please

It's either in the warm bed

Or in aboon the claes

Or ye shall bear the horns, John

Upon your head to grow

And that's the cuckold's mallison

John Anderson, my jo