Well, I know where I'm goin',
And I know who's goin' with me.
I know who I love,
But the dear knows who I'll marry!
I have stockings of silk,
Shoes of fine green leather,
Combs to buckle my hair,
And a ring for every finger.
Feather beds are soft,
Painted rooms are bonny,
But I would leave them all
For my handsome, winsome Johnny.
Some say he's bad,
But I say he's bonny.
Finest of them all
Is my handsome, winsome Johnny.
(Repeat first verse.)
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