I’m a-Doun

I’m a-Doun For Lack O’ Johnnie

I’m a-doun, doun, doun,
I’m doun for lack o’ Johnnie;
I’m a-doun, doun, doun,
I’m doun for lack o’ Johnnie.

Not nearly enough lovin’ has been coming my way. I mentioned the one from last week before that visit from Mom and Bro but that’s been it.

Gin Johnnie kent I was na weel,
I’m sure he would come to me;
But o, gin he’s forsaken me,
Och hone! what will come o’ me!

It’s bloody stinking hot; our AC compressor blew yesterday and we are down to one window unit of available breathable oxygen.

I’m a-doun, doun, doun,
I’m doun for lack o’ Johnnie;
I’m a-doun, doun, doun,
I’m doun for lack o’ Johnnie.

I’m a wimp. Pioneer women lived in the harshest conditions in this very spot for a hundred years. I can last till it is repaired on Monday.

But since I can barely move right now, we’re gong to go to the school and turn on the window unit full blast.

I sit upon an auld feal sunk,
I spin and greet for Johnnie;

I don’t expect any hot monkey love this weekend. It’s hot enough already.

Maybe I can catch him in the shower; I’ve been hungry to go down on him.

But gin he’s gi’en me the begunk,
Och hone! What will come o’ me!