I Know My Love

I KNOW my Love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?
And still she cried, -I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,�
And still she cried, -Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?�

There is a dance house in Mar-dyke,
And there my true love goes every night;
He takes a strange one upon his knee,
And don-t you think, now, that vexes me?
And still she cried, -I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,�
And still she cried, -Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?�

If my Love knew I could wash and wring,
If my Love knew I could weave and spin,
I would make a dress all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, sure, leaves me behind.

And still she cried, -I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,�
And still she cried, -Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?�

I know my Love is an arrant rover,
I know he-ll wander the wide world over,
In dear old Ireland he-ll no longer tarry,
And an English one he is sure to marry.
And still she cried, -I love him the best,
And a troubled mind, sure, can know no rest,�
And still she cried, -Bonny boys are few,
And if my Love leaves me, what will I do?�

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