Paroles de 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