John Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. Burns

-Burns, Robert
  'John  Anderson my  Jo', stanza1. 1788  'Auld Lang Syne', stanza1. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.

For auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.

-Burns, Robert
  'Auld Lang Syne', chorus. This is the most familiar version of an older, traditional song, reworked by Burns.