Barbara Dickson - Farewell to Whisky lyrics

Oh Johnnie, my man, do ye no think on risin' The day is fair spent and the night comin' on Ye're siller's near dune and the stoup's room before ye So rise up, my Johnnie, and come awa' hame Wha's that at the door that speakin' so kindly 'Tis the voice of your wifie, ca'd Jeanie by name Come in by my dearie and sit down beside me It's time enough yet for to gang awa' hame Don't ye mind on the time when we first fell a-courtin' We had naething but love then to trouble our mind We spent a' our time 'mang the sweet-scented roses And you ne're thocht it lang then to gang awa' hame Oh weel dae I mind on the time that ye speak o' And weel dae I mind on yon sweet flowery glen But thae days are a'past and will never return love So sit down beside me and I'll soon gang hame Don't ye mind on your bairns they're a' at hame greetin' There's nae meal in the barrel to fill their wee wames While ye sit here drinkin', and leave me lamentin' O, rise up, my Johnnie, and come awa' hame Then Johnnie rose up, and he banged the door open Sayin' "Cursed be the tavern that ere let me in" And cursed be the whisky that made me sae frisky Oh fare ye well, whisky, for I'm awa' home