The Mug of Porter/This is the night my Johnny set
THIS IS THE NIGHT JOHNNY SET
This is the night my Johnny set,
And promised to be here,
O what can stay his lagging steps,
He's fickle grown I fear.
Wae worth that wheel 'twill no rin round,
Nae mair the night I'll spin,
But count each minute wi' a sigh,
Till Johnny do steal in.
How snug the canty fire it burns,
For twa to sit beside,
An there doss aft my Johnny sit,
And I my blushes hide.
My father now sae snugly snores,
My mither's fast asleep;
He promissd aft, but ah I fear,
His word he winna keep.
What can it be keeps him frae me.
The roads are nae sae long,
The frost and snaw are nought at a',
If folks were fain to gang.
Some ithar lass wi' bonnier face.
Has caught his wandring ee
Thas thole their jear at kirk or fair,
Na, sooner let me die.
O could we lasses now but gang
And woo the lads belike,
I'd run to thee, my Johnny dear,
Nor stop at bog nor dyke.
But custom's sic a powerfu' thing,
Men aye maun hae their will,
While many a bonny lassie sits
And sighs each day her fill.
But whisht I hear my Johnny’s foot,
Ay that's his very slog
He steeks the fa yett saftly tu,
O hang that colly dog.
And now for routh o' sugar'd words,
And kisses not a few,
O but this world's a paradise,
When lovers do prove true.
FINIS.