Johnny My Man



Oh, Johnny my man, do you no think o' risin'

The day is weel spent and the nicht's coming on

Your siller's a' done and the gill stoup is empty

Oh rise up, my Johnny, and come awa' hame



The bairnies at hame are roarin' and greetin'

Nae meal in the barrel tae fill their wee wames

You sit here drinkin' and leave me lamentin'

Oh rise up, my Johnny, and come awa' hame



Wha's that at the door that's speakin' sae kindly

It's the voice o' my ain wifie, Maggie by name

Come in, my dear lassie, and sit doon aside me

Na, rise up, my Johnny, and come awa' hame



Oh Johnny, my man, dae ye mind o' the courtin'

Nae ale-house or tavern ere ran in your mind

We spent the lang days mid the sweet smellin' roses

And ne'er gie'd a thocht towards gaun awa' hame



Oh weel dae I mind the times that ye speak o'

But they days have passed and will ne'er come again

Just think on the present, we'll try for tae mend it

So gie's your hand Maggie, and I'll awa' hame



When Johnny rase up, he banged the door open

Sayin', cursed be the ale-hoose that e'er let me in

And wae tae the whiskey that mak's me aye thirsty

So fare thee well, whiskey, and I'll awa' hame



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recorded by Jean Redpath on Song of the Seals

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