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 recorded by Jean Redpath on Song of the Seals SOF
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