Oh
Johnny, my man,
do you know a thing on the horizon?
For the day is far spent an d
the night's coming on
Your cellar's near done and the
stew's toned before ye
So rise up, my
Johnny, an d come a -walkin'
Was that at the door
that's speakin' so kindly
Tis' the voice o' your wifey, called
Jeannie
by name come in by my dearie and sit beside
me it's time enough yet for to
Don't you mind on the time when
we first fell a -courtin'?
We had
Nathan about to love then
to trouble your mind.
We spent our time among
the sweet -scented roses
And you ne 'er thought it longing to
gang a -walking
Oh, will they, I mind,
on the time that is begule?
And will they, I mind,
on yon sweet flowery gland?
But they days are past,
and we'll never return, my love
So sit doon beside me,
and I'll soon be gone,
Don't you mind on yer bairns,
they're all at him greetin'
There's nae meal in the barrel
to fill their wee wings
While ye sit here drinkin' an
d leave me lamentin'
Oh rise up my
Johnny and come along
here
Then
Johnny rose up,
and he banged the door open
Saying cursed be the tavern
that had let me in
And cursed be the whiskey
that made me so frisky
Oh, fare thee well, whiskey,
for I'm a -walkin'
You