Bob Rauseo, my bo, Bob -- by Robert Burns and adapted by Mary Kay Rauseo

Bob Rauseo, my bo, Bob
When we were first acquainted,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your handsome brow was straight;
But now your brow is bold, Bob,
Your locks are like the snow,
But blessings on your frosty head,
John Anderson my joy!

Bob Rauseo, my bo, Bob,
We climbed the hill together,
And many a jolly day, Bob,
We have had with one another;
Now we must totter down, Bob,
And hand in hand we will go,
And sleep together at the foot,
Bob Rauseo, my bo!