John, [bald]
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow, [head]
John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a canty day, John, [jolly]
We've had wi' ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John, [must]
And hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot, [together]
John Anderson, my jo.

THE WEARY PUND O' TOW

The weary pund, the weary pund, [pound]
The weary pund o' tow; [yarn]
I think my wife will end her life
Before she spin her tow.

I bought my wife a stane o' lint [stone, flax]
As gude as e'er did grow; [good]
And a' that she has made o' that,
Is ae poor pund o' tow. [one]

There sat a bottle in a bole, [niche]
Beyond the ingle lowe, [chimney flame]
And aye she took the tither souk [other suck]
To drouk the stowrie tow. [drench, dusty]

Quoth I, 'For shame, ye dirty dame,
Gae spin your tap o' tow!' [bunch]
She took the rock, and wi' a knock [distaff]
She brak it o'er my pow. [pate]

At last her feet--I sang to see't--
Gaed foremost o'er the knowe; [went, hill]
And or I wad anither jad, [ere, wed]
I'll wallop in a tow. [kick, rope]

O MERRY HAE I BEEN

O, merry hae I been teethin' a heckle, [huckling-comb]
An' merry hae I been shapin' a spoon;
O, merry hae I been cloutin' a kettle, [patching]
An' kissin' my Katie when a' was done,
O, a' the lang day I ca' at my hammer, [knock with]
An' a' the lang day I whistle and sing,
O, a' the lang night I cuddle my kimmer, [mistress]
An' a' the lang night am as happy's a king.

Bitter in dool I lickit my winnins [sorrow, earnings]
O' marrying Bess, to gie her a slave:
Bless'd be the hour she cool'd in her linens, [shroud]
And blythe be the bird that sings on her grave.
Come to my arms, my Katie, my Katie,
An' come to my arms, a