I know where I'm going And I know who's going with me I know who I love And the dear knows who I'll marry. I have stockings of silk And shoes of bright green leather Combs to buckle my hair And a ring for every finger. Some say he's black But I say he's bonnie The fairest of them all My handsome winsome Johnny. Feather beds are soft And painted rooms are bonny But I would leave them all To go with my love my Johnny. |
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