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Johnny, man! ye'll min' your prayers,When ye gang far frae hame;But. Johnny, dinna ye split hairs—We dinna dee't at hame.
Johnny, man! yer Bible read,As we aye dee at hame:But, Johnny, aye keep clear yer heid,Ye'll need it far frae hame.
Johnny! min' yer Carritches,Whan hine awa' frae hame;But, Johnny, min' yer parritch isO' consequence frae hame.
(Johnny, man! I mean to say,Whan laddies lea' their hame,Johnny's duty's jist to haeA steady e'e to hame.)
Oh, Johnny! ye maun siller mak'—We've aye said that at hame;An' a' within yer minta tak'As we aye dee at hame.
Ech, Johnny! keep yer lugs on en',Whan ye're awa' frae hame;For, Johnny, ye maun trust to naneYe didna ken at hame.
An' aye say wi' the powerin' fowk—We contar nane at hame;A chiel that tells his min's a gowk!An' we've nae gowks at hame.
An', Johnny! ye maun boo yer neck(For, lad, ye'll be frae hame);An' aye be at the rich man's beck—Ye'll profit by't, frae hame.
An', Johnny! whan ye seek a wifeTo set up i' yer hame,Be sure she has a tocher rife,To mak' a couthy hame.
Syne, Johnny! if ye bairnies hae,To brichten up yer hame,Teach them this "New Chief En'" to say:The "auld" keep frae yer hame.