Robert Burns - John Anderson, My Jo 汉译

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When we were first acquaint;

Your locks were like the raven,

Your bonny brow was brent;

But now your brow is bald, John,

Your locks are like the snow;

But blessings on your frosty pow,

John Anderson, my jo!

John Anderson, my jo, John,

We climb the hill together;

And many a canty day, John,

We’ve had with one anither;

Now we must totter down, John,

And hand in hand we’ll go,

And sleep together at the foot,

John Anderson, my jo!