I Know My Love
I know my love by his way of walking
I know my love by his way of talking
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 Maradyke
And there my true love goes every night
He takes a strange lass upon his knee
Now don't you think that 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'd make a coat 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 wanders the wild world over
In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry
An American girl he's 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?"
I know my love by his way of talking
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 Maradyke
And there my true love goes every night
He takes a strange lass upon his knee
Now don't you think that 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'd make a coat 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 wanders the wild world over
In dear old Ireland he'll no longer tarry
An American girl he's 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?"
Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Paddy Moloney
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