John Anderson, szivem, John
John Anderson, My Jo
John Anderson, szivem John,
kezdetben, valaha
hajad koromsötét volt
s a homlokod sima.
Ráncos ma homlokod, John,
hajad leng deresen,
de áldás ősz fejedre,
John Anderson, szivem.
John Anderson, szivem, John,
együtt vágtunk a hegynek,
volt víg napunk elég, John,
szép emlék két öregnek.
Lefelé ballagunk már
kéz-kézben csöndesen,
s lent együtt pihenünk majd,
John Anderson, szivem.
(Ford.: Szabó Lőrinc)
John Anderson, my jo, John,
Whem we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow was brent;
But now your brow was brent;
Your locks are like the snow-
But blessing on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a cantie day, John,
We've had wi' ane amither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo!