Song Farewell to Whisky

This song is traditional to both Scotland and the North of Ireland. 

O Johnnie, my man, do ye no think o' risin'?
The day is weel spent and the night's comin' on. 
The siller's deen and the gill stoup is empty, 
O rise ye now Johnnie and come awa' hame.

Bairnies at hame, they're roarin and greetin', 
Nae meal in the barrow to feed their wee wames. 
You're sittin' there drinkin' and leave us lamentin', 
So rise ye now Johnnie and come awa' hame. 

Who's that at the door that is speakin' so kindly, 
It's the voice of my wee wifie, Maggie by name. 
Come in my dear lassie and sit in beside me
now rise up my Johnnie and come awa' hame. 

Well Johnnie, my man, do you no mind the courtin
Neither alehouse or tavern ne'er were we in
We spect three days by the sweet-scented roses
And ne'er gave a thought on goin' awa' hame.

Ah well do I mind these times that ye speak of
Those days they are gone and ne'er come again
But as for the present we will try for to mend it
Sae gie's yer hand Maggie and I'll awa' hame

As Johnnie arose, he banged the door open
Sayin cursed be the tavern that e'er let me in
And cursed be the whisky that makes me so thirsty
so fare thee well whisky, I'm awa' hame.