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I know where I'm going, I know who's going with me, The Lord knows who I love, But the de'il knows who I'll marry. I'll have stockings of silk, Shoes of fine green leather, Combs to buckle my hair And a ring for every fmger. |
Feather beds are soft, Painted rooms are bonny; But I'd leave them all To go with my love Johnny. Some say he's dark, I say he's bonny, He's the flower of them all My handsome, coaxing Johnny. |
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I know where I'm going, I know who's going with me, The Lord knows who I love, But the de'il knows who I'll marry. |
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